There's Nobody Like You - The Soft Boys

Well, if your name’s Mucky

You can count yourself lucky

That you’re still walkin' round on four feet

'Cause I’ll tell you right now

Though I don’t know how

This is the first people right there in the street

And it’s rare that a pig

Makes it back from a gig

Without comin' at your physical harm

And most be sayin' «Oh

I didn’t know»

And they wind up on that bacon farm

I don’t mind dressin' in black

If I thought it would get your temperature back

And if your name’s Queep

You’re quite unique

And it’s taken you over the top

Mr. Rogers and I

Don’t know the Messiah

But since you walked into the shop

Well if your name’s Kent

It’s known that you’re bent

It’s an actual, undeniable fact

Cause the law 'round here

It’s got cloth ears

So you never get caught in the act

Well, I don’t mind dressin' in blue

If I thought it would make a difference to you

There’s nobody

There’s nobody

There’s nobody like you

There’s nobody

There’s nobody

There’s nobody like you

If your name’s Him

Well, it’s only a whim

But you seem to be nowhere at all

And if your name’s Her

And you’re covered in fur

And you’re waiting for Him in the hall

The stuff that you sell

And the way that you smell

Is to say the least, way out of place

If I had a choice

Between the fist and the voice

You know, I’d push you right out of your face

Well, I don’t mind dressin' in green

If I thought that you’d understand what I mean

There’s nobody

There’s nobody

There’s nobody like you