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Touching the Untouchables

Hello to you, my sweet young friends

Have you got money perhaps you could lend?

I wash my leather face in the afternoon sun

My shirt's turn my time's near doneTouching the untouchables but they don't know

Respect the disrespectable's, but in the end you know

You turn away, what can I say?Spend my nights in the telephone booth

I make sure I leave the phone off the hook

There are no Jones' and I pay no rent

I have to stand straight because my back's so bent

Tell my secretary I ain't takin' any calls,

And if you want to find me, just ask the boys

Down at the wall that's where I'll beOh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ohPark bench and cigarettes

Can you help me get off this fence?

Can't you see, I'm just an old man

Tryin' hard, do what I canTouching the untouchables but they don't know

Respect the disrespectable's, but in the end you know

You turn away, what can I say?

You'll never, never know

You'll never know

Songwriters

STRYKERT, RON/HAY, COLIN JAMES /Published by

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