Our Man

                                  Pushing his pen across the page

To nowhere in particular

He's dreaming of his holidays

His stomach's perpendicular



He tried to keep his keep fit interest

But the summer's nearly here

The only exercise he really gets is when he's lifting beer



Our man is feeling rather wonderful

Lying somewhere comfortable

His feet up in the air...oh

Our man is sipping drinks incredible

Eating all that's edible

He hasn't got a care



His day's spent pushing money round

But he's not got a lot of his own

His wife lives on the other side of town

And all his kids are fully grown

Would the enormous corporation

Lose much more than it's pride?

If he was to take an early pension

With a little on the side



Our man is feeling rather wonderful

Lying somewhere comfortable

A-bathing on his yacht...oh

Our man is drinking drinks exotica

Dreaming of Uttoxeter

I think not



He's fanning himself with fivers

And drinking blue lagoons

He's watching erotic scuba divers

While the band plays calypso tunes



Our man is feeling rather wonderful

Lying somewhere comfortable

His feet up in the air...oh

And he smiles because there's no

Extradition there...oh

Our man is feeling rather wonderful