Who knows the guy called Flint
Looks like some Phil Collins
The kind of character you'd like to encounter

He's living in our town
To get hold on our sounds
Play dirty with our girls
Put everybody down

And steal the joy around
He's a stranger little man
As sleazy as can be
And every time he laughs
It gives you the creep

He's living in our town
To get hold on our sounds
Play dirty with our girls
Put everybody down
And steal the joy around
Steal the joy around
Steal the joy around

His head is at the door
Ready to hear it all
Maybe he'll find some more
His hand is on the floor
Ready to scratch it all
Maybe he'll find some more

And if he were a salesman
You wouldn't let him in
You wouldn't buy from him
The smallest utensil

He's living in our town
To get hold on our sounds
Play dirty with our girls
Put everybody down
And steal the joy around

Nobody says that when he's around

His head is at the door
Ready to hear it all
Maybe he'll find some more
His hand is on the floor
Ready to scratch it all
Maybe he'll find some more