J. Smith

There's a man on the street

And he looks at his feet form his window

And he sweares at the sun

And he curses the moon for its shadow

Ohh

Take a leaf from his book

Take a thread from his suite

He's a new man

And he prays to his god

That he reaps his reward

For his new plan

Oh the mould has been cast

The radio's in the bath

Yeah yeah yeah

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Ohh

Ohh