Hey Mister man with a guitar in your hand. You're a rubber legged looney in a scruff-bag band. Hey there my man get that piggy off your back. Well A decent sort of chap wouldn't talk a load of c-rap. You with the mouth your headin' on collision. Got to try to use your 20-20 vision. Hey Mister Clean your shirt is withe as snow. Do you want to wreck a record on your DJ Show.. Chorus. Well the wind don't blow mama don't know. Say you got a lot to say. I know that you big boyz make a big noize. Nobody get in the way.. A wee drop of rocket fuel gets you in the guts. It's better that the nutter who nuts you in the nuts. One piece of drastic plastic is a hit. Then a master ghetto blaster drops you in the head.. Chorus. Hello sailor do you wanna buy it. It ain't my cup of tea don't knock it before you try it. Dirty shirts can smell really mean. Gleamo washes not only white not only bright but clean.. Mister Man do you really wanna rock it. Funny money burns a hole in your pocket. Lady danger lookin' good as ever. Can't afford her need the never never.. Chorus. Chorus. Here come the Boyz who make a lot of row. Mama Mama Mama Weer All Crazee Now