Lyrics You Can't Con-crete - Gilbert O'Sullivan

You Can't Con-crete

You can con the Pope
Out of his Pope mobile
Make him feel that to keep it was wrong
You can con every follower at your feet
But you can’t con-crete
You can con your girlfriend into thinking tonight
Is the night you’re the man of her dreams
You can con vegetarians to eat meat
But you can’t con-crete
But you can’t con-crete
No doubt some will say you can
Already they have a plan
Claiming it’s as easy as
Getting blood out of a stone
You can con a person into buying a new car
That’s been used now for over a year
You can con every con-man up your street
But you can’t con-crete
But you can’t con-crete
You can con the public into thinking their vote
Is the vote you’re dependent upon
You can con every rich girl that you meet
But you can’t con-crete
You can’t con-crete
Two eyes and a pony tail
Some squirrel is on my trail
Four eyes with your glasses on
Makes your head become a pair
You can con the artiste into thinking he’ll get
What is left when what’s left is all gone
You can con every merchant
In the fleet
But you can’t con-crete
You can con everybody
You’ll ever meet
But you can’t con-crete
No, no, no
You can’t con-crete
No, no, no, no
You can’t con-crete