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Men At Work
TOUCHING THE UNTOUCHABLES
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TOUCHING THE UNTOUCHABLES,
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Hello to you, my sweet young friends
have you got money perhaps you could lend?
i wash my leather face in the afternoon sun
my shirt's turn my time's near done
Touching the untouchables but they don't know
respect the disrespectables, but in the end you know
you turn away, what can i say?
Spend my nights in the telephone booth
i make sure i leave the phone off the hook
there are no jones' and i pay no rent
i have to stand straight because my back's so bent
tell my secretary i ain't takin' any calls,
and if you want to find me, just ask the boys...
down at the wall...that's where i'll be...
Oh...
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Park bench and cigarettes
can you help me get off this fence?
can't you see, i'm just an old man
tryin' hard, do what i can
Touching the untouchables but they don't know
repect the disrespectables, but in the end you know
you turn away, what can i say?
you'll never, never know
you'll never know
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Hello to you, my sweet young friends have you got money perhaps you could lend? i wash my leather face in the afternoon sun my shirt's turn my time's near done Touching the untouchables but they don't know respect the disrespectables, but in the end you know you turn away, what can i say? Spend my nights in the telephone booth i make sure i leave the phone off the hook there are no jones' and i pay no rent i have to stand straight because my back's so bent tell my secretary i ain't takin' any calls, and if you want to find me, just ask the boys... down at the wall...that's where i'll be... Oh... oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Park bench and cigarettes can you help me get off this fence? can't you see, i'm just an old man tryin' hard, do what i can Touching the untouchables but they don't know repect the disrespectables, but in the end you know you turn away, what can i say? you'll never, never know you'll never know
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