Gentlemen

GENTLE MEN Yes your right the clue is in the name Some of you should hang your heads in shame I'm so sorry but I find that so very few Gentle men these days that respect you Instead I drive along and I hear on the street Even though there is a patter of tiny children's feet Hey get you mate, your a stain What me really - now your disrespecting my name It really seems as though right now is just the time When swearing at a lady is acceptable, just fine When stopping in the street and getting out of line Is just helping me along with my lyrics in my rhyme You raise a fist and shout in anger I'm only driving down the street Gentle men no longer it seems exist Or one I'd like to meet So when you look all puzzled As I opened the door for you Its just to show you Gentle men I'm much gentler than you