23rd by John Cooper Clarke
23rd lyrics
You can count on him.
He'll always let you down.
While you hang about for him.
He's in another town.
He gets from A to B,
He can't see eye to eye,
With anyone... If you ask me...
He doesn't try
Check his empty pockets
Check 'em more than once
He hasn't got it,
Whatever it is that you want.
Energy is a four letter word
He doesn't buy
Here he comes now - 23rd
He doesn't try
Compassion, it isn't necessary
His sickness is an act
He'll make you an accessory
After this obvious fact
You must excuse him
Ask his Mother why
You can't abuse him
He doesn't try
It doesn't pay to help him
he's somewhere else
Tell 'im - you can't tell him
He's a fool to himself
"What's in it for me" - you know the kind
Always saying "Why?"
Two weeks behind
He doesn't try
Bikes, buses, trucks, and trains,
Gangways, ladders, and ramps
A seemingly endless chain
of pickpockets and tramps
He wears the look of false
alarm like an old school tie
Somone ought to twist his arm
he doesn't try
Laugh? It isn't funny
No respect for pain
If you give him money
He slings it down the drain
You're looking for Mr. Right
His type need not apply
He won't play the white man
He doesn't try
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