You know I always felt That no-one had been hit as hard as me Come on just like the great pretender Oh, until I met Billy 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 its streets, it's good, it's fun Like Peter Finch, the Hellfire Club And 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 gla** real high Or maybe even higher Man without love 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 pa**ed 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 Sidney Street he met his end We really hate that ba*tard Churchill And his bully boys he sent Man without love, yeah, is a wrinkled man I love that motion, emotion, emotion I love that motion, emotion, emotion