The Man With The Prehensile Nose

He stands on the corner, a cigar in each ear
This man knows no danger, this man knows no fear
He watches a girl with a hungering leer
The man with the prehensile nose!

A knife in each pocket, a gun up each arm
Grenades in his jock strap and still he looks calm
This man is equipped to do people harm
The man with the prehensile nose!

This man is a killer that no-one can tame
He takes all the risks and risks all the blame
No-one else guesses his sinister aim
The man with the prehensile nose!

He takes off his hat and slicks down his hair
A pigeon excretes as it flies through the air
It lands on his head, but he doesnít care
The man with the prehensile nose!

This man is a killer; a death devotee
He watches a house, Rose Street number three
Heís locked himself out, and his Mumís got the key
The man with the prehensile nose!