The Window's Cleaner's Mate Lyrics - Gilbert Osullivan

You better not say what you're thinking 

That's if you don't want a slap. 

Tell the Mrs. she looks gorgeous and don't for God's sake, don't do that. 

Must admit I'm tired of hearing rude remarks about my hair. 

Sure It's long but so's your nose, cut yours and I'll cut mine. 

I swear. 

Catching trains is quite an art. 

You need more than a giant net. 

Stick to things like butterflies 

It's much more of a safer bet. 

Truly I'm not all that angry mad perhaps well who wouldn't be 

You think I like being stood up twice 

You do okay then let's make it three 

Must admit I'm hard of hearing 

Pardon me, what's that you said 

Getting so I can't sit down 

Without a nod to go ahead. 

You'd better not nay what you're thinking 

unless you want to get put inside. 

Meet someone, you say they look great 

And think to yourself I thought they'd died. 

Truly I'm not all that angry 

After all it's sot every day 

You go to sleep with some chewing gum 

And wake up with it all over you