Paroles de Fast Boy

I'm a fast boy I've got worry I've got engagements I'm in a hurry So come on Don't use telephones I won't hear ya Beneath the radar So inferior So come on Who's the man every weekend Who's the fast boy, who's your best friend First you twist my arm, then you grease my palm Keeping cool and calm, not doing any harm. I'm a fast boy I'm on the guest list I've got a gram of joy Wrapped in a clenched fist So come on Who's the man every weekend Who's the fast boy, who's your best friend First you twist my arm, then you grease my palm Keeping cool and calm, not doing any harm. Please not a word to the mother Please not a word to the mother Please not a word to the mother So come on