Give me the man who ain't like no other man Gives lovin' freely Official Suburbian Superman No dirty laundry lyin' over the chair No moody Judy Vacuum cleaner salesman of the year Acts like Mr. Snow White with all his seven dwarves And the streets they're lined with lamplights And there's one for every door The gates ain't even pad locked And the windows are open wide And the drapes... They're pulled completely For what the have to hide Keeper of the castle don't know what's been goin' on The lock on lady Love-Life Don't appear to be so very strong Well, ladies if you look you'd better leave that door ajar Wham, bam and thank you The Official Suburbian Superman