He's not the type of guy that you'd recognise



There's nothing to suggest that he's a prize winner



His only claim to fame is a plaque above his bed says



he's a good boy.



He's not the sort of man you could easily like



You can't exactly say that he's a nice guy



His only one delight is to see her late at night before the



curtains are drawn.



Chorus



Oooh heavy breathing he's out of control



Oooh heavy breathing he'd sell you his soul.



You'll find him in the waiting room just wasting time



Fumbling in his pockets for some loose change



His shoes are even older than the chip upon his shoulder



You'll find him easily bribed.





He really feels that detante is a dirty word



He'd gladly throw a spanner in the skoda



You've got to catch this guy before he reaches



Chou-En-Lai



That's him succinctly described.





Chorus



Oooh heavy breathing he's out of control



Oooh heavy breathing he'd sell you his soul