Who knows the guy called Flint Looks like some Phil Collins The kind of character you'd like to encounter He's living in our town To get hold on our sounds Play dirty with our girls Put everybody down And steal the joy around He's a stranger little man As sleazy as can be And every time he laughs It gives you the creep He's living in our town To get hold on our sounds Play dirty with our girls Put everybody down And steal the joy around Steal the joy around Steal the joy around His head is at the door Ready to hear it all Maybe he'll find some more His hand is on the floor Ready to scratch it all Maybe he'll find some more And if he were a salesman You wouldn't let him in You wouldn't buy from him The smallest utensil He's living in our town To get hold on our sounds Play dirty with our girls Put everybody down And steal the joy around Nobody says that when he's around His head is at the door Ready to hear it all Maybe he'll find some more His hand is on the floor Ready to scratch it all Maybe he'll find some more