Текст песни Men At Work - Touching The Untouchables
Men At Work - Touching The Untouchables слова песни
Hello to you, my sweet young friendsHave you got money perhaps you could lend? I wash my leather face in the afternoon sunMy shirts turn my times near doneTouching the untouchables but they dont knowRespect the disrespectables, but in the end you knowYou turn away, what can I say? Spend my nights in the telephone boothI make sure I leave the phone off the hookThere are no jones and I pay no rentI have to stand straight because my backs so bentTell my secretary I aint takin any calls,And if you want to find me, just ask the boys...Down at the wall...thats where Ill be...Oh...Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ohPark bench and cigarettesCan you help me get off this fence? Cant you see, Im just an old manTryin hard, do what I canTouching the untouchables but they dont knowRepect the disrespectables, but in the end you knowYou turn away, what can I say? Youll never, never knowYoull never know