That no-one had been hit as hard as me.
Come on, just like the great pretender.
Oh, until I make believe.
Man without love, is a wrinkled man.
He was a fighter and a brave one.
Oh so close to number one.
He made a move for Marciano,
When he called this man a bum.
Man without love, is a wrinkled man.
I love that motion, emotion, emotion.
I love that motion, emotion, emotion.
You know we share a love of London.
All it's streets, it's good, it's fun.
Like Peter Finch, the Hellfire Club
And a wild man Harris to name just one.
Man without love is a wrinkled man.
And this here song is for you Billy.
For your grace, respect and fire.
And if I drank, I'd raise a glass real high.
Or maybe even higher.
Man without love, ooh ooh, is a wrinkled man.
I love that motion, emotion, emotion.
I love that motion, emotion, emotion.
And in the back of that new Jag,
You slowly smiled as we passed through.
It gave us strength through plague and fire.
And it gave us men like you.
Man without love, is a wrinkled man.
We really love Peter the painter,
Civvy street he met his end.
We really hate that bastard, Churchill,
And his bully boys he sent.
Man without love, yeah, is a wrinkled man.
Because,
We love that motion, emotion, emotion.
We love that motion, emotion, emotion.
Adam Ant