Wide Boy - The Flying Pickets

I went to school out in the streets

Kicking cans and sailing fleets

Of models in the park

And jukebox jiving in the café

After dark, I showed the gang

My brand new six-inch blade

Always knew I’d make it out of there

Always knew I’d make the grade

They call me the wide boy

But they don’t know

They call me the wide boy

Everywhere I go

They call me the wide boy

But they can’t see

It’s just the wide-eyed man in me

Never held a steady job

I don’t need what I can’t rob

Stuff the nine to five

And dog eats dog and cat eats mouse

To stay alive

All you need is one eye for the law

And if the going gets too tough to take

A little luck

Don’t you ask for anymore

They call me the wide boy

But they don’t know

They call me the wide boy

Everywhere I go

They call me the wide boy

But they can’t see

It’s just the wide-eyed man in me

It could be you (you)

Here (here)

You know it could

You’re not so good

It could be me (me)

There (there)

For all I know

For all you care

It could be you

It could be you

It could be

It could be

They call me the wide boy (wide wide boy)

But they don’t know

They call me the wide boy (wide wide boy)

Everywhere I go

They call me the wide boy (wide boy)

But they can’t see

It’s just the wide-eyed man

It’s just the wide-eyed man

It’s just the wide-eyed man in me

They call me the wide boy

But they don’t know

They call me the wide boy

Everywhere I go

They call me the wide boy

But they can’t see

It’s just the wide-eyed man in me

They call me the wide boy

But they don’t know

They call me the wide boy

Everywhere I go

They call me the wide boy

But they can’t see

It’s just the wide-eyed man in me

What’s the matter with you!