The It Man (исполнитель: John Cooper Clarke)
Look who it isn't, it's, the 'It Man' maybe. The physical description fits, 'It Man' baby. You had a Julia Ceaser haircut, Middle market leisure wear, but don't let him be your teddy bear... could be 'It Man' ...baby You want women, wall-to-wall 'It Man' got. Meet the man who started it all, 'It Man' got. What's it to to be then John? [bad word] or a bleeding blonde? The tell-tale tongue of a two-ton taste bomb, Is the [bad word] on? Like the 'It Man' baby. Take the sugar. Dump the [bad word] It's a mugs game. Take some bugger for a lump sum, and bugger off to Spain. An endless stream of fizzy drinks for 'It Man.' Who's dentures gleam like sovereign cuff-links, 'It Man' baby Who drove the van? Some all purpose also ran. When the [bad word] hits the fan, Who's gonna carry the can? For 'It-man.' He's after all your stuff His motto is... 'receive.' Too much is not enough now, Let's not be naive Drip-dry, zip-fly, 'It Man.' Kiss the girls and make them die, 'It Man' baby Underneath that yellow shirt, Beats a heart of solid dirt The most disgusting man on earth, 'It Man' baby. No back chat was ever written for It Man's 'tart.' The cute cat or the stiff kitten, 'It Man' took her apart. He shook away the poison pen, Next thing... 'News-at-Ten.' Ladies and Gentlemen... 'It Man' Well well, bloody [bad word] 'It Man.' Checking you out and ringing your bell, You better quit man. He's walking around, taking names Looking for money in the burnt remains, All stories finish in flames for 'It Man.' 'It Man.' 'It Man' baby