He's the kind of man That travels in a crowd And he's standin' on a corner At nighttime He's the kind of guy Who loves to talk aloud But he never speaks At all at the right time. He knows how to walk And he knows how to talk But you'll never find him home At teatime He will never fight When his friends are out of sight And he's standin' all alone In the nighttime, yeah. He's the kind of guy With whiskers on his chin And he has a lot of fun In the sunlight, yeah He's the kind of guy Who's never gonna win 'Cause he always stands alone In the moonlight, yeah. Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Oh, oh. We only can offer What we have to give We only can offer What we give. We only can offer What we have to give We only can offer What we give.