Mr STAINLESS STEEL
©Trev Teasdel Coventry 1968 / April 1974
(Chorus)
Mr Stainless Steel,
He can wheel and deal.
He’s as cold as a knife and fork,
And as tight as a Champaign cork –
Mr Stainless Steel. Mr Stainless Steel.
He has no feelings, as he goes about his dealings.
He hasn’t any soul and his wife brings in the coal.
Never seen him melancholy,
Always evergreen as holly.
Drop upon his toe a brick,
He won’t feel it cos his skin’s too thick.
(Chorus)
You can’t insult him
His feeling like gold vaulted.
Life can beat most people down
He always seems to stand his ground.
Always appears shiny and strong,
Always ready to bang his gong.
His nerves are made of finest steel,
His life would make lesser men congeal.