The Soft Boys - Fatman's Son lyrics

I don't stub out anything I need including you, babe You know I won't put you in the ashtray when I'm through, babe Got no money Down the track Hands are tied Turning back Chase that woman Through a screen She's so pretty She's so mean Focus livers Time won't wait Ballerina Subjugate Rusty skewer Make her drool She's so pretty She's so cruel Yeah (Yeah yeah) I don't care what anybody says, I'm not a fatman's son I don't need no heat resistant sympathies from anyone Because I don't eat no unripe fruits I don't wear no leather boots If you hear the fatman ring Wipe his nose before he stings