Fast Boy Songtext
von The Bluetones

I′m a fast boy,
I've got worry,
I′ve got engagements,
I'm in a hurry,
So come on,
So come on,
So come on,
So come on.

Don't use telephones,
I won′t hear ya,
Beneath the radar,
So inferior,
So come on,
So come on,
So come on,
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,
So come on,
So come on,
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,
So come on,
So come on,
So come on.