Sneaky Boy — Richard Thompson

Sneaky Boy, Sneaky Boy Thought you were one of us One of our gang Sneaky Boy, Sneaky Boy The mole in the tunnel The canary who sang

While we sad chums Just scratched our bums Your heels were pacing While we dropped blues And took a snooze Your mind was racing

Sneaky Boy, Sneaky Boy

Sneaky Boy, Sneaky Boy Your teeth and your t-shirt Were always too clean Sneaky Boy, Sneaky Boy They're writing your name Down in the latrine, boy

And just who chose Your rebel clothes Was it your mummy? We never knew The side of you Behind the dummy

Sneaky Boy, Sneaky Boy

Spleen of Mammon, spleen of Midas Now you scold us, now you chide us Mammon lung and Midas liver Now you sell us down the river

You had your look Right out the book Of weekend poses Now we bankrupt And self-destruct You smell of roses

Sneaky Boy, Sneaky Boy