Lyrics Top Man - Blur

Top Man

Ohm, Ohm, Ohm, Ohm
Ohm, Ohm, Ohm
This is a public warning
Be careful when you’re out
We’re having freaky weather
There’s a lot of it about
On the terraces it’s swinging
He’s a monkey on the roof
You’ve seen him on the tele
So let me introduce
(Background spoken: sounds like «You're in hell with cyanide»)
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He’s naughty by nature
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On doubles and chasers
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Be a little boy racer
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Shooting guns on the high streets of love
In a crowd it’s hard to spot him
But anonymity can cost
It’s never cheap or cheerful
He’s Hugo and he’s Boss
He’s riding through the desert
On a Camel Light
And on a magic carpet
He’ll fly away tonight
(Open sesame)
T — O — P — M — A — N
He’s naughty by nature
T — O — P — M — A — N
On doubles and chasers
T — O — P — M — A — N
Be a little boy racer
T — O — P — M — A — N
Shooting guns on the high streets of love
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He sees her in double
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Then he pukes on the pavement
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He likes her all clean and shaven
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Shooting guns on the high streets of love
(Whistling, something mumbled in background that I can’t understand)
T — O — P — M — A — N
He’s naughty by nature
T — O — P — M — A — N
On doubles and chasers
T — O — P — M — A — N
Be a little boy racer
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Shooting guns on the high streets of love -/ times
T — O — P — M — A — N
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