Wide Boy

Everybody knows; he comes and goes
But the smell of his last cigarette still lingers in your clothes
So don’t be stupid and naive
He’s only playing cupid and no matter what he says he’s only skimming up the
cream
And he’s only stoking boilers while his engine gathers steam
He isn’t good enough
He isn’t good enough to me
He’s only using you
He’s only passing through
'Cause he’s a wide boy
Sitting in the back row
Necking with his girlfriend
Goin' to a go-go
Wide boy
Really goin' nowhere
Victim of the sixties
Mighty mighty mohair,
Mohair, mohair, mohair, mohair
Everybody knows when the sewer overflows
He’ll be the one that always comes upsSmelling like a rose
With one foot in your doorway (and one hand on your heart)
He’ll never do it your way
So don’t bother with the rubber gloves 'till the Turtle doves find a place to
stay
Cos' I saw Expresso Bongo when I was a kid so I know what I’m saying
He isn’t good enough
He isn’t good enough to me
He’s only using you
He’s only passing through
'Cause he’s a wide boy
Sitting in the back row
Necking with his girlfriend
Goin' to a go-go
Wide boy
Really goin' nowhere
Victim of the sixties
Mighty mighty mohair
Mohair, mohair, mohair, mohair
Wide boy
What is your secret?
Wide boy
You better fill me in
Why are all your suits italian
Is it the way I’m standing
You gotta keep your hand in
Everybody knows, everyone agrees
That you should not go crawling after him on your hands and knees
You’re being stupid and naive
And you may just be fallin' for a
Wide boy, wide boy, wide boy
Wide boy
Sitting in the back row
Necking with his girlfriend
Goin' to a go-go
Wide boy
Really goin' nowhere
Victim of the sixties
(sixties, sixties, sixties…)