Fast Boy - The Bluetones

I’m a fast boy

I’ve got worry

I’ve got engagements

I’m in a hurry

So come on

So come on

So come on

So come on

Don’t use telephones

I won’t hear ya

Beneath the radar

So inferior

So come on

So come on

So come on

So come on

Who’s the man every weekend

Who’s the fast boy

Who’s your best friend

First you twist my arm

Then you grease my palm

Keeping cool and calm

Not doing any harm

I’m a fast boy

I’m on the guest list

I’ve got a gram of joy

Wrapped in a clenched fist

So come on

So come on

So come on

So come on

Who’s the man every weekend

Who’s the fast boy

Who’s your best friend

First you twist my arm

Then you grease my palm

Keeping cool and calm

Not doing any harm

Please not a word to the mother

Please not a word to the mother

Please not a word to the mother

So come on

So come on

So come on

So come on