Sneaky Boy – Richard ThompsonBy Sneaky boy, sneaky boyThought you were one of usOne of our gangSneaky boy, sneaky boyThe mole in the tunnelThe canary who sangWhile we sad chumsJust scratched our bumsYour heels were pacingWhile we dropped bluesAnd took a snoozeYour mind was racingSneaky boy, sneaky boySneaky boy, sneaky boyYour teeth and your t-shirtWere always too cleanSneaky boy, sneaky boyThey’re writing your nameDown in the latrine, boyAnd just who choseYour rebel clothesWas it your mummy?We never knewThe side of youBehind the dummySneaky boy, sneaky boySpleen of Mammon, spleen of MidasNow you scold us, now you chide usMammon lung and Midas liverNow you sell us down the riverYou had your lookRight out the bookOf weekend posesNow we bankruptAnd self-destructYou smell of rosesSneaky boy, sneaky boy www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20