Take a look at my face - that's right, I don't have one!
You can stare all you like, it's not as if I can see you
They call me Quentin Blake, the man with no face
An interesting specimen but I'd prefer the term gentleman
What happened to manners?
I may be lacking eyes but ears no sir-ree!
I could hear from here to there if ever the need may be
It's how I got a job at the department named “Em-I-Five”
I investigate and interpretate listening in on tapped lines
It's great fun!
My mother was ashamed I'm sad to have to admit
A son who can't see, taste or smell is all but useless to an invalid
You see back in my day you couldn't transplant a face
The only solution was to tattoo one on or be treated as an alien race.
Man it really s**ed!
Come on Quentin (we've gotta lead for you)
Come on Quentin (you gotta pull us through)
Listening down the wire get a shiver down my spine
The crooks are talking cryptically, I jot down every line
Partly talking Arabic and sometimes speaking French
Puts my multi-linguistic sk**s right to the test
Hear them mention dates and times, location: an address
Write it down - I'm quite peckish - no time to digress
Seems they're smuggling body parts but which? I cannot hear…
We nail them I'll get sorted out with eyes, a nose and ears!!
The possibilities overwhelm me and I've got all I need
Shout the DA - we're ready to make a bust…
Come on let's go!
Haul in some crims'
Come on (Quentin)
Let's go (I know)
It's time to blag you a face!
Quentin Blake, the man who now has a face!