Lyrics:

Whistling)

Ohm, Ohm, Ohm, Ohm
Ohm, Ohm, Ohm
(Background throughout the song: 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
T - O - P - M - A - N - 7
Shooting guns on the high streets of love -/ times
T - O - P - M - A - N
T - O - P - M - A - N