Richard Thompson - Sneaky Boy - Текст песни

(Richard Thompson) 

Sneaky Boy, Sneaky Boy 
Thought you were one of us 
One of our gang 
Sneaky Boy, Sneaky Boy 
The mole in the tunnel 
The canary who sang 

While we sad chums 
Just scratched our bums 
Your heels were pacing 
While we dropped blues 
And took a snooze 
Your mind was racing 

Sneaky Boy, Sneaky Boy 

Sneaky Boy, Sneaky Boy 
Your teeth and your t-shirt 
Were always too clean 
Sneaky Boy, Sneaky Boy 
They're writing your name 
Down in the latrine, boy 

And just who chose 
Your rebel clothes 
Was it your mummy? 
We never knew 
The side of you 
Behind the dummy 

Sneaky Boy, Sneaky Boy 

Spleen of Mammon, spleen of Midas 
Now you scold us, now you chide us 
Mammon lung and Midas liver 
Now you sell us down the river 

You had your look 
Right out the book 
Of weekend poses 
Now we bankrupt 
And self-destruct 
You smell of roses 

Sneaky Boy, Sneaky Boy