Текст: Slade. Slade In Flame. Them Kinda Monkeys Can't Swing.

Everywhere has a wheeler an' dealer raised in the back streets of town
Everywhere has a spieler who's a clown

Every haunt has a hustler an' bustler born with the tongue of a snake
Every haunt has a muscler on the make

Chorus
Them kinda monkeys can't swing and them birdies can't sing
If them pigs could fly maybe they'd fly away from me

Everywhere has a ducker an' diver doin' his best to impress
Everywhere has a sciver in a mess

Every place has a joker at poker born with a marked deck of cards
Every place has a smoker in the yards