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HEY, MR MAN
Are you thinking what I am?
If that's so you're not thinking much
I got whacked with a frying pan
Now my head is soft to the touch
Oh I know it's only something I believe
And even if you're gonna let me go
I know, it's only gonna turn the leaf
For me
I'm a cute as a kitty cat
But underneath the fur I have claws
Somehow you seem to fathom that
And so you're careful where you
Put your paws
Tea for two and you
I knew I knew I knew
That you were only out to see
What you could do
Then you excuse yourself before I say
Hey
Mr Man Mr Man
What's your plan?
What's the game you like to
Play
If I can Mr Man
I'd be only too happy just to
Be here
And just to
See clear
I'd eat it up with a lovin' spoon
If you only knew what you're doing
Oh I forgot
Of course you know!
You're a real man of the world
I remember the alimony
I remember the other girl
She's so nice and sweet
But then she has to be
Or else it's pretty baby on the street
You know
It's three below
It happens every time
Hey
Mr Man Mr Man
What's your plan
What's the game you like to play hey hey?
If I can
Mr Man
I'd be only too happy just to
Be here
And just to
See clear
You look at me like I'm from the Moon
But you see
I know what I'm doin'
Oh yes you know I know what I'm doin'...
You know I know...
I believe I'll pour a drink
'cause you're looking out for
#1
You don't really care what I think
All you wanna do is shoot your gun
Enough's enough
For you love's a disease
I see you twitch
And scratch and itch and wheeze at me
I'm pleased to be
The one who lets you know
What she means
You see
I'm only me
But
That's enough, you know
Because you can see I know what I'm doin'
You see I know...
Hey
Mr Man Mr Man
What's your plan?
What's the game you like to
Play, hey hey?
If I can
Mr Man
I would be only too happy just to
Be here
And to see clear
We'd eat it up with a loving spoon
And get off of this road to ruin
Because you know
We'd know what we're doin'
You know...
Mr Man, Mr Man...
Yeah you know, oh oh...
Mr Man, Mr Man...
Hey
Mr Man, Mr Man...
Copyright 2001 - JESUS OLDMAN & SUE GOLDSTEIN