23rd

You can count on him

He'll always let you down

While you hang about for him

He's in another town

He gets from A to B

He can't see eye to eye

With anyone... If you ask me...

He doesn't try

Check his empty pockets

Check 'em more than once

He hasn't got it

Whatever it is that you want

Energy is a four letter word

He doesn't buy

Here he comes now - 23rd

He doesn't try

Compassion, it isn't necessary

His sickness is an act

He'll make you an accessory

After this obvious fact

You must excuse him

Ask his Mother why

You can't abuse him

He doesn't try

It doesn't pay to help him

He's somewhere else

Tell 'im - you can't tell him

He's a fool to himself

"What's in it for me" - you know the kind

Always saying "Why?"

Two weeks behind

He doesn't try

Bikes, buses, trucks, and trains

Gangways, ladders, and ramps

A seemingly endless chain

Of pickpockets and tramps

He wears the look of false

Alarm like an old school tie

Somone ought to twist his arm

He doesn't try

Laugh? It isn't funny

No respect for pain

If you give him money

He slings it down the drain

You're looking for Mr. Right

His type need not apply

He won't play the white man

He doesn't try