(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