Mr. Soft - Cockney Rebel, Steve Harley

Mr. Soft, turn around and force the world

To watch the things you’re going through

Oh, Mr. Soft, believe everything they tell you

And be damned if they’ll thank you

You paint everything so cruel

Coming on like Mr. Cool

Paint your face and shut the gate

No one’s coming home till late, ooh-la!

Don’t you know?

Life gets tedious enough

Without this extra grudge to bear

You, so slow, shift your ideas, make your mind up

In a jiffy, let’s be fair

We’ll all be taking off tonight

Turn off your eyes and shut the light

You’re the most, you’re so unreal

We’d all be dead without your spiel, ooh-la, ooh, take it!

Ooh!

Oh, Mr. Soft, go to town and bring the dawning

In the morning on your way

Mr. Soft, put your feet upon the waters

And play Jesus for the day

You begin to hear them mumble

Spot the Starman, rough-and-tumble

Fight the good fight, sling your axe

Watch the speaker lead the packs, ooh, here we go, we go!