Mister Lister Lyrics

Mr. Lister was, walking down the street

Cashmere on his back, and loafers on his feet

Ooh Mr. Lister, take a look at me

There's some things you don't understand

Like the ground beneath your feet

Mr. Lister keeps a book of all the names

Of all the people in the world

With something he can take

Please Mr. Lister, I know you're running late

My stomachs turning inside out

Not a bite to eat all day

Didn't see you there

Thought I didn't care

Take a look around

You'll hear the muted sound

Mr. Lister is a man without a friend

He lives on top of Baxter Hill

And has never had a guest

Please Mr. Lister, you left me in the street

Eighteen bedrooms in your house

And not a place for me to sleep