You can count on him
He'll always let you down
While you hang about for him
He's in another town
He gets from A to B
He can't see eye to eye
With anyone... If you ask me...
He doesn't try

Check his empty pockets
Check 'em more than once
He hasn't got it
Whatever it is that you want
Energy is a four letter word
He doesn't buy
Here he comes now - 23rd
He doesn't try

Compassion, it isn't necessary
His sickness is an act
He'll make you an accessory
After this obvious fact
You must excuse him
Ask his Mother why
You can't abuse him
He doesn't try
It doesn't pay to help him
He's somewhere else
Tell 'im - you can't tell him
He's a fool to himself
"What's in it for me" - you know the kind
Always saying "Why?"
Two weeks behind
He doesn't try

Bikes, buses, trucks, and trains
Gangways, ladders, and ramps
A seemingly endless chain
Of pickpockets and tramps
He wears the look of false
Alarm like an old school tie
Somone ought to twist his arm
He doesn't try

Laugh? It isn't funny
No respect for pain
If you give him money
He slings it down the drain
You're looking for Mr. Right
His type need not apply
He won't play the white man
He doesn't try