The It Man

The It Man - John Cooper Clarke

Written by：John Cooper Clarke/Martin Hannett/Steve Hopkins

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 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 sh*t 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