punk poet John Cooper Clark

HEALTH FANATIC

AROUND THE BLOCK - AGAINST THE CLOCK

TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK

RUNNING OUT OF BREATH - RUNNING OUT OF SOCKS

RUBBER ON THE ROAD... FLIPPETY FLOP

NON-SKID AGILITY... CHOP CHOP

NO TIME TO HANG ABOUT

WORK OUT HEALTH FANATIC... WORK OUT!

THE CRACK OF DAWN HE'S LIFTING WEIGHTS
HIS TELL-TALE HEART REVERBERATES

HE'S HIGH IN POLYUNSATURATES...

LOW IN POLYSATURATES...

THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH'S AWARD AWAITS

IT'S A MAN'S LIFE

HE'S A HEALTH FANATIC... SO WAS HIS WIFE

A ONE-MAN WAR AGAINST DECAY
ENJOYS HIMSELF THE HARD WAY

ALLOWS HIMSELF A MARS A DAY

HOW OLD AM I - WHAT DO I WEIGH

PUNCH ME THERE... DOES IT HURT... NO WAY

RUNNING ON THE SPOT DON'T GET TOO HOT

HE'S A HEALTH FANATIC, THAT'S WHY NOT

RUNNING THROUGH THE TRAFFIC JAM - TAKING IN THE LEAD
HYPERACTIVITY KEEPS HIM OUT OF BED

DEEP DOWN HE'D LIKE TO KICK IT IN THE HEAD

THEY'LL REGRET IT WHEN THEY'RE DEAD

THERE'S MORE TO LIFE THAN FUN

HE'S A HEALTH FANATIC - HE'S GOT TO RUN

BEANS GREENS AND TANGERINES
AND LOW CHOLESTROL MARGARINES

HIS LIMBS ARE LOOSE, HIS TEETH ARE CLEAN

HE'S A HIGH-OCTANE FRESH-AIR FIEND

YOU'VE GOT TO ADMIT HE'S KEEN

WHAT CAN YOU DO BUT BE IMPRESSED

HE'S A HEALTH FANATIC... GIVE IT A REST

SHADOW BOXING - PUNCH THE WALL
ONE-A-SIDE FOOTBALL... WHAT'S THE SCORE... ONE-ALL

COULD HAVE BEEN A COPPER... TOO SMALL

COULD HAVE BEEN A JOCKEY... TOO TALL

KNEES UP, KNEES UP... HEAD THE BALL

NERVOUS ENERGY MAKES HIM TICK

HE'S A HEALTH FANATIC... HE MAKES YOU SICK

LYRICS © JOHN COOPER CLARKE.

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