The Gent
You can tell when he walks down the the street
You can tell him by the shoes on his feet
That he's the Gent
Oh-oh he's the Gent.
You tell by the way he's combing his hair
You can tell him by the clothes that he wears
He's the Gent
Whoa-oh he's the Gent.
And everywhere he goes the public eye, is glued on him.
Some people say that he looks pretty smart
But he is always on the top from the start
'Cause he's the Gent
Oh-oh he's the Gent.
And everywhere he goes the public eye, is glued on him.
Well it's no trouble, just a way of life
It's not been easy getting here
But I got no worries and I got no fears.
Everywhere he goes you know the girls stop and stare
Everybody else is going nowhere
Except the Gent
Oh-oh he's the Gent
Everywhere he goes the public eye, is glued on him.
Let me tell you, well it's no trouble, just a way of life
It's not been easy getting here
But I got no worries and I got no fears.
Everybody, you can see he's the Gent
Take a look and you can see he's the Gent
Everybody, you can see he's the Gent
Take a look and you can see he's the Gent
Everybody, you can see he's the Gent
Take a look and you can see he's the Gent.
Whoa-oh-oh-h...he's the Gent
a one, two, a one-two-three-four - oooohh...
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Words and music by M J Burton/S E Kendell. Published by Chappell Music. 1982.
