Calling Cards — Madness

A sorting office in the Old Kent Road Caters from coast to most A nice little number if you're out of work And aren't the sort to boast, you're in need of a job, bob-a-job, rob-a-job I'm your man to see I'll sit I'll listen I'll not say a word The less said would be best for we

Ooh, what a firm of naughty boys Ooh, I've been a naughty boy

We don't want to mark each other's card Except the one you need I need you and your returns to help Build my company. My twins work Brighton on a sunny day They cover town with the shake of a hand On a high come back coz of no come back Now they're working in the promised land.

Ooh, what a pair of naughty boys Ooh, I've been a naughty boy

(To catch the worm you got to be up early)

Temporarily out of bounds had to move office Clear out of town For every problem there's a solution and I can do without constitution Dealing cards from up the Old Kent Road I've been checked up on my heavy load You can go but be back soon I'll have some work for you to groom.

Ooh, what a lot of naughty boys Ooh, I've been a naughty boy

Ooh, what a lot of naughty boys Ooh, what a pair of naughty boys Ooh, what a firm of naughty boys Ooh, I've been a naughty boy