The It Man - 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 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