Chuck Brodsky That Guy
Same height and weight, we wear the same clothes
He's got my eyes he's got my nose
He creeps me out I don't know why
I should look so much like that guy
That's him now he's in my bed
He took my pillow for his head
Now how could he be so damn cold
To the girl with the heart of gold?
I treated him like you would a guest
When he first showed up and he needed rest
Little did I know he had designs
How to get his hands all over what was mine
Who is he to say such things
That cut so deep they clip the wings
And mute the voice that sweetly sings
And silences her golden strings?
Who's that nasty no good bum?
Why's he here and where's he from?
He claims to come from a place nearby
But that's something I have yet to verify
Every detail, big and small
He's the guy who knows it all
He knows how and he knows why
I know I don't want to be around that guy
Selfish fella, he sips first
Once he quenches his own thirst
Then he asks if she be dry
What the hell's the matter with that guy?
Who is he that sounds like me?
With what he says I disagree
He's always got some fresh excuse
A very long grudge and a very short fuse
There he goes, slamming doors
He stomps his feet across the floor
He looks like he could punch the wall
I can not defend that guy at all
He never gave me back my hat
He stretched it out and crushed it flat
Baked it into a humble pie
That I had to eat thanks to that guy
There's good riddance & there's get lost
There's being asked to leave & there's being tossed
I say scram but not goodbye
That's how much I can not stand that guy
