Lyrics Wide Boy - The Flying Pickets

Wide Boy

I went to school out in the streets
Kicking cans and sailing fleets
Of models in the park
And jukebox jiving in the café
After dark, I showed the gang
My brand new six-inch blade
Always knew I’d make it out of there
Always knew I’d make the grade
They call me the wide boy
But they don’t know
They call me the wide boy
Everywhere I go
They call me the wide boy
But they can’t see
It’s just the wide-eyed man in me
Never held a steady job
I don’t need what I can’t rob
Stuff the nine to five
And dog eats dog and cat eats mouse
To stay alive
All you need is one eye for the law
And if the going gets too tough to take
A little luck
Don’t you ask for anymore
They call me the wide boy
But they don’t know
They call me the wide boy
Everywhere I go
They call me the wide boy
But they can’t see
It’s just the wide-eyed man in me
It could be you (you)
Here (here)
You know it could
You’re not so good
It could be me (me)
There (there)
For all I know
For all you care
It could be you
It could be you
It could be
It could be
They call me the wide boy (wide wide boy)
But they don’t know
They call me the wide boy (wide wide boy)
Everywhere I go
They call me the wide boy (wide boy)
But they can’t see
It’s just the wide-eyed man
It’s just the wide-eyed man
It’s just the wide-eyed man in me
They call me the wide boy
But they don’t know
They call me the wide boy
Everywhere I go
They call me the wide boy
But they can’t see
It’s just the wide-eyed man in me
They call me the wide boy
But they don’t know
They call me the wide boy
Everywhere I go
They call me the wide boy
But they can’t see
It’s just the wide-eyed man in me
What’s the matter with you!