You Can't Con-crete - Gilbert O'Sullivan

You can con the Pope

Out of his Pope mobile

Make him feel that to keep it was wrong

You can con every follower at your feet

But you can’t con-crete

You can con your girlfriend into thinking tonight

Is the night you’re the man of her dreams

You can con vegetarians to eat meat

But you can’t con-crete

But you can’t con-crete

No doubt some will say you can

Already they have a plan

Claiming it’s as easy as

Getting blood out of a stone

You can con a person into buying a new car

That’s been used now for over a year

You can con every con-man up your street

But you can’t con-crete

But you can’t con-crete

You can con the public into thinking their vote

Is the vote you’re dependent upon

You can con every rich girl that you meet

But you can’t con-crete

You can’t con-crete

Two eyes and a pony tail

Some squirrel is on my trail

Four eyes with your glasses on

Makes your head become a pair

You can con the artiste into thinking he’ll get

What is left when what’s left is all gone

You can con every merchant

In the fleet

But you can’t con-crete

You can con everybody

You’ll ever meet

But you can’t con-crete

No, no, no

You can’t con-crete

No, no, no, no

You can’t con-crete