Tramp in St Tropez lyrics

He’s got a suntan made of grime And a beard so cool it makes your clean shaved face a crime His hair’s electric and a smile that’ll make your day He’s a tramp in St Tropez His smile won’t be quantified He’s got the look with a magic eye He ain’t looking to occupy So why are you so scared? Hold on, he's showing his hand As the billionaire recoils got no time for this man Sometimes beauty is having no plan He is watching you and getting near As you stand in your bathrobe From your Triple deck yacht you peer Looking down on him with dismay At this tramp in St Tropez His smile won’t be quantified He’s got the look with a magic eye He ain’t looking to occupy So why are you so scared? Hold on, he's showing his hand The billionaire recoils got no time for this man Sometimes beauty is having no plan He's a tramp from St Tropez Sometimes beauty is having no plan