A1 boys choose A1 toys Beckon girls with the help of a finger A1 cigars, A1 ashes A1 Taylor’s and haberdasher’s They call this kind of boy Jack of all trades
Uh-uh, morning without you
Sometimes waking up I cannot find my toothpaste Now and then it looks like a fog over London town Frankly speaking I’m so glad that you have found the better one They call this kind of boy Jack of all trades
Uh-uh, morning without you
There was a voice from the endless clouds Goodbye, girl, Hello, red, white and yellow wine Frankly speaking I’m so glad that you have found the better one They call this kind of boy… I don’t know what they call this kind of boy