The Man Upstairs - текст песни
The Man Upstairs
(Don Henry - Craig Morris)
Lifetime of memories stuffed in a moving van
Fresh out of college, big city here I am
And as I turn the key somebody's watching me
Who is that old man?
As I'm unpacking he shuffles down the stairs
A walking fossil with crew cut silver hair
He barely says hello, looks at my stereo
There could be trouble.
The man upstairs os certainly a strange one
The man upstairs doesn't like my kind
And I'm sure that I disturb
The man upstairs.
One night it happened a knock upon my door
Eyes in my keyhole, oh no, the geezers sore
Points at my stereo, he smiles and says hello
Love them Beatles.
He brought some records, we really had a ball
Big bands and crooners 78's and all
And for a couple years we used each others ears
Loved them Beatles.
The man upstairs is certainly a strange one
The man upstairs is not what he appears to be
He's an awful lot like me
The man upstairs.
I found the package next to my doorstep
A box of records, a note attached to it
It said I won't be needing these, don't worry I'll be fine
Up where celebrities play all the music live.
And the man upstairs loves to hear his music loud
The man upstairs is not what we imagined him to be
He's an awful lot
Like you and me.
The man upstairs...
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