Men at Work - Touching The Untouchables Lyrics
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    Touching The Untouchables

    Hello to you, my sweet young friends
    Have you got money perhaps you could lend?
    I wash my leather face in the afternoon sun
    My shirt's torn, my time's near done

    Touching the untouchables but they don't know
    Respect the disrespectables, but in the end you know
    You turn away, what can I say?

    Spend my nights in the telephone booth
    I make sure I leave the phone off the hook
    There are no Jones' and I pay no rent
    I have to stand straight because my back's so bent
    Tell my secretary I ain't takin' any calls
    And if you want to find me, just ask the boys...
    Down at the wall...That's where I'll be...

    Oh...
    Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

    Park bench and cigarettes
    Can you help me get off this fence?
    Can't you see, I'm just an old man
    Tryin' hard, do what I can

    Touching the untouchables but they don't know
    Repect the disrespectables, but in the end you know
    You turn away, what can I say?
    You'll never, never know
    You'll never know

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