Mister Man

There he goes in those drab clothes
Dreaming of the rays of sun
always alright and just ok
pushing forms with zilch to say

Crazy golfers spoil his chips
Needs Lubrication for disco hips
finds it hard to face the facts
Blaming all the bloody saps

please dont take away his take away
Scared of memory fading away
Laughing when theres nothing funny
Losing track of time and money

Takes it all and tears it up
You just cant make stuff like this up
watch this man walk out to sea
just like his idol on tv