Quentin Blake Lyrics & Chords By The Ill-fitting Garibaldis

Take a look at my face - that's right, I don't have one!
You can stare all you like, it's not as if I can see you
They call me Quentin Blake, the man with no face
An interesting specimen but I'd prefer the term gentleman
What happened to manners?
I may be lacking eyes but ears no sir-ree!
I could hear from here to there if ever the need may be
It's how I got a job at the department named “Em-I-Five”
I investigate and interpretate listening in on tapped lines
It's great fun!

My mother was ashamed I'm sad to have to admit
A son who can't see, taste or smell is all but useless to an invalid
You see back in my day you couldn't transplant a face
The only solution was to tattoo one on or be treated as an alien race.
Man it really sucked!

Come on Quentin (we've gotta lead for you)
Come on Quentin (you gotta pull us through)

Listening down the wire get a shiver down my spine
The crooks are talking cryptically, I jot down every line
Partly talking Arabic and sometimes speaking French
Puts my multi-linguistic skills right to the test
Hear them mention dates and times, location: an address
Write it down - I'm quite peckish - no time to digress
Seems they're smuggling body parts but which? I cannot hear…
We nail them I'll get sorted out with eyes, a nose and ears!!
The possibilities overwhelm me and I've got all I need
Shout the DA - we're ready to make a bust…
Come on let's go!
Haul in some crims'
Come on (Quentin)
Let's go (I know)
It's time to blag you a face!

Quentin Blake, the man who now has a face!