The Ill-Fitting Garibaldis - Quentin Blake lyrics

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!