Big Man Restless

There's a big man restless, Who pushes for humour, he's so relentless He's back to back, with no restraint, He's so relentless, like forty indians. Then there's the group that doesn't move, To the sound, to the humour. No-one knows whose friend he is, He's always there, He's the big man restless, like forty indians. No-one knows whose friend he is, He's always there, He's the big man restless, like forty indians. I'm in the third group, We push for humour, We're so relentless, like forty indians. Chorus The legal quarter of tight-lipped men Pushed for order And repeat again Anyway, the lot regarding the funny man The big man restless Are so relentless They scratched about And like forty indians The lot turn on the funny man, The big man restless And what can he say If the sun's all gone and we're wafer thin And we could scratch around in our so frail skin You could say You could say No flags in here, no cause to wave, Just the slow, slow scratch in the final cave You could say You could say