(There's something in this song / it's a song made for something there) This man knows his job, he use to sleep and to have fun He runs in a mob He has no fear, no shame, no lust (It's a thing all along / it's a long time for songs in there) He use to live and never says a word, don't talk to him and he'll stay dumb He has no opinion He has no fear, no shame, no lust He's so freaky, he feels fine It's a kind of lazy, careless man