I, I can be a con-o-man If any man can, I can be a con-o-man
Stinking in the back door with those books and magazines
With my butterfly stitches and my butterflies
And even though you hide, I can be a con-o-man
When there's a situation, there's a situation
When there's nowhere to hide, when there's nowhere to run
Drop me an email, send me a text No need to panic, no need to be vexed
Oh yeah, I, I can be a con-o-man
There's no I in con-o-man But there's a we in welcome
If you've been given the boots or humiliated greatly
If you've been overlooked for some Johnny, come meet me
Everyday existence is becoming a drag
They pack up all your troubles in an old kiddy bag
Oh yeah, I, I can be a con-o-man
There's no I in con-o-man But there's a we in welcome