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Big man restless

There's a big man restless,

Who pushes for humour, he's so relentless

He's back to back, with no restraint,

He's so relentless, like forty indians.

Then there's the group that doesn't move,

To the sound, to the humour.

No-one knows whose friend he is,

He's always there,

He's the big man restless, like forty indians.

No-one knows whose friend he is,

He's always there,
He's the big man restless, like forty indians.

I'm in the third group,

we push for humour,

We're so relentless, like forty indians.

Chorus

The legal quarter of tight-lipped men

Pushed for order

And repeat again

Anyway, the lot regarding the funny man

The big man restless

Are so relentless

They scratched about

And like forty indians

The lot turn on the funny man,

The big man restless

And what can he say

If the sun's all gone and we're wafer thin

And we could scratch around in our so frail skin

You could say

You could say

No flags in here, no cause to wave,

Just the slow, slow scratch in the final cave

You could say

You could say