Shuffling down the street
Mr. Thomas watches his feet
He belches then he farts
and thinks he ought to stop and get
a bite - to - eat
I see you Mr. Thomas, I see you
Looking in the windows
Looking in the windows
A shortcut through McGarvie's
And right in step I fell
I know what he's up to
I know but I won't tell
I hide in the bushes
I hide very well
I see you Mr. Thomas, I see you
Looking in the windows
Looking in the windows
Saw a woman with no clothes
Couldn't help but stop and stare
And then somebody caught you there
Looking in the windows
Mr. Thomas is gone now
They've taken him away
But I follow in his footsteps
And I watch you all my prey
And it's just a little pain (pane) of glass
that's keeping me at bay
I see you Mr. Thomas, I see you
Looking in the windows
Looking in the windows