Graffiti Night Fever

Ho ho, you can't catch me Writing on the whitewash in the lavatory Whipping out m' pencil when the twilight falls I'm the man who scrawls "balls" on the walls When it's dark I take a stroll With m' little bit of chalk and m' aerosol Down in the subway, hiding from the light Scribbling away in the middle of the night "Queens Park Rangers", "Elvis is alive" "Dread in-a Babylon", "Gerald loves Clive" Ho ho, you can't catch me Writing in the whitewash in the lavatory 'Round the bus shelters and the entrance halls I'm the man who scrawls "balls" on the walls I'm an escalator desecrater rattling down the tubes On the underwear adverts pencilling pubes Underneath the arches with m' crayon in m' hand Drawing something I don't understand I've just written something obscene In paint in the gents on a french letter machine Ho ho, you can't catch me Writing on the whitewash in the lavatory Whipping out m' pencil when the twilight falls I'm the man who scrawls "balls" on the walls But I've never seen a real live lady in the nude Never played 'hide the sausage', never done something rude But I can imagine it just as well And it doesn't really matter if I can't spell I'll just write about it all over the lav And people who read it might think that I have (Done it with a real lady, that is) Ho ho, you can't catch me Writing on the whitewash in the lavatory Whipping out m' pencil when the twilight falls I'm the man who scrawls "balls" on the walls