This is a public warning

Be careful when you’re out

We’re having freaky weather

There’s a lot of it about

On the terraces he’s swinging

He’s a monkey on the roof

You’ve seen him on the telly

So let me introduce



T.O.P.M.A.N

He’s naughty by nature

T.O.P.M.A.N.

On doubles and chasers

T.O.P.M.A.N.

He’s a little boy racer

T.O.P.M.A.N.

Shooting guns on the high street of love



In a crowd it’s hard to spot him

But anonymity can cost

He’s never cheap or cheerful

He’s Hugo and he’s Boss

He’s riding through the desert

On a Camel Light

And on a magic carpet

He’ll fly away tonight

Open sesame..



T.O.P.M.A.N.

He sees her in double

Then pukes on the pavement

Likes her all clean and shaven

Shooting guns on the high street of love