It Man

Look who it isn't, it's, the 'It Man' maybe The physical description fits, 'It Man' baby You had a Julia Caeser 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? A brunetto, or a bleeding blonde? The tell-tale tongue of a two-ton taste bomb Is the kiddy coming on? Like the 'It Man' baby Take the sugar. Dump the crumbs 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 shit 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 hell, '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