Touching the Untouchables - Men At Work

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 shirts turn my times near done

Touching the untouchables but they dont know

Respect the disrespectables, 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 backs so bent

Tell my secretary I aint takin any calls,

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

Down at the wall… thats where Ill be…

Oh…

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Park bench and cigarettes

Can you help me get off this fence?

Cant you see, Im just an old man

Tryin hard, do what I can

Touching the untouchables but they dont know

Repect the disrespectables, but in the end you know

You turn away, what can I say?

Youll never, never know

Youll never know