Fast Boy Lyrics - The Bluetones

I'm a fast boy 

I've got worry 

I've got engagements 

I'm in a hurry 

So come on 

Don't use telephones 

I won't hear ya 

Beneath the radar 

So inferior 

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 

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