something for the good boys doing such a good jobnnnothing for the arms, for the legsnnif you could you'd notnntalk about the big love shine on the cold nightnnnothing for the ears, for the nosennbut it'll work out rightnnnnwhy dig out the colours you sing?nntime is on my sidennall the kind good men run in the nightnnwhy dig out the colours you sing?nntime is on my sidenncall the kind good men running the nightnnnnsomething for the good girls doing all the good worknnnothing for the arms, for the neck,nnfor the good green shirtnnhope on a tight rope, a tear on the fine linennnothing for the teeth, for the toes,nnbut i know what's minenndo you know what's mine?