Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
I'm tired of beating round bushes
That don't exist
I'm sick to death of being dropped
At the flick of a wrist
I'd like my batteries charged
And the charge of course to be cheap
And if you want to make love
In the back of a van
With a rabbit's foot on your knee
It's fine by me
You know I hate to be boring
But what's the point
Calling a little bit of weed
You smoke a joint
I mean the only joint I know
Worth it's salt is beef
If there's a key to my heart
And there's only one
But you think there should be three
It's fine by me
It's fine by me
And I need a woman now
Like some men need a man
Spend a lot of my money
In and out of banks
You see a teller you like
And you tell her thanks
You have a nice disposition
Disposition is clear
If there's a mark on your dress
And you take it off
Just so I can see
It's fine by me
It's fine by me
Fine by me
I have a sneaking suspicion
You're on my tail
And if that's where you want to be
It's fine by me
It's fine by me
And I need a woman now
Like some men need a wife
You get a lot of ideas
Looking at a soap
I get a lot of mine too
If it's on a rope
I like to twist it and twirl it
Wind it around my feet
If you think God is a woman
And there's no doubt
That's what you want him to be
It's fine by me
It's fine by me