City Boy Heavy Breathing Lyrics

Heavy Breathing Lyrics

He's not the type of guy that you'd recognise 



There's nothing to
suggest that he's a prize winner 



His only claim to fame is a
plaque above his bed says 



he's a good boy. 



He's not
the sort of man you could easily like 



You can't exactly say that
he's a nice guy 



His only one delight is to see her late at night
before the 



curtains are drawn. 



Chorus 



Oooh heavy breathing he's out of control 



Oooh heavy breathing
he'd sell you his soul. 



You'll find him in the waiting room just
wasting time 



Fumbling in his pockets for some loose change 



His shoes are even older than the chip upon his shoulder 



You'll find him easily bribed.





He really feels that
detante is a dirty word 



He'd gladly throw a spanner in the skoda




You've got to catch this guy before he reaches 



Chou-En-Lai 



That's him succinctly described.





Chorus 



Oooh heavy breathing he's out of control 



Oooh heavy breathing he'd sell you his soul