23rd - John Cooper Clarke
Written by：John Cooper Clarke/Martin Hannett/Steve Hopkins
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 I'm 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
Someone 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
