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 dammed 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 bare 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 dawn in 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!