| Here he comes with a snake on his tongue |
| Dripping with gold from bad deeds well done |
| Got a silk new shirt |
| And a line in stick |
| He’s drop dead gorgeous with a cocaine kick |
| He’s a sharp dresser made in heaven |
| (That's his style) |
| He’s a sticky salamander with a Hollywood smile |
| There’s a gleam in his eyes |
| When he’s feeding you his lies |
| Believe him: he’s a saint with a hundred alibis |
| And he’s aiming for the jackpot |
| He knows its best to wait |
| Softly softly gets the monkey |
| That’s the way he operates |
| He’s a User |
| He’s a User (the User the User) |
| User |
| He’s a User (the User the User) |
| User |
| He’s a User (the User the User) |
| And if you meet the User |
| Then you’re gonna be the loser |
| Tough |
| Had enough? |
| No? |
| Well that’s tough |
| Here he comes with a girl on each arm |
| Weaving webs of deceipt with a barrel load of charm |
| You’ve got to watch your wallet if he comes within reach |
| He’s as slippy as a barber’s comb |
| He’s gonna suck you like a leech |
| Dishing all the compliments |
| He won’t leave you alone |
| He wants to be your confidante |
| He wants to get inside your home |
| He’s doing very nicely for a bit of a rogue |
| But its a long way from the gutter to the cover of Vogue |
| Girls all want to wed him |
| gay guys want to bed him |
| But those who he screwed up on the way |
| Only want to dead him |
| He’s a User |
| He’s a User (the User the User) |
| User |