JATMAN!

JATMAN

Jatman strikes when Jatman strikes
When and where and how and what
Nobody knows and nobody dares
To find out, to look out
Hide inside you bloody fool
Jatman is hanging out
Strutting his stuff
And doing his thing
Jatman says and Jatman does
‘Nobody can stop me
When I get going’
Of course, Of course!
I just got going
You can’t stop me
Jatman!
Jatman!

What a round rolly polly head
Like the world that he has seen
Speaks in simple earthy tones
Of different worlds and time zones
But still he’s always in the zone
Hitting hard, and hitting true
Nobody’s safe not even in a zoo
Jatman!
Jatman!

From the back of beyond
Played his cricket off a pond
Walked on water when the ball went in
Hit you hard and unearthed that teethy grin
Started off as a clone
Then shaved his head like a dome
You will never mistake him for another
Not his sister nor his brother
He’s original, he’s authentic
He will hit you till you feel sick
He’s honest, he’s happy
He will hit you till you feel crappy
Jatman!
Jatman!

Jatman strikes when Jatman strikes
Here and there and everywhere
Doesn’t go by any timetable
Doesn’t go by any ol’ wives’ fable
He is modest almost like a monk
Yet ever ready for a tonk
Of course!
And he’s abrupt.