Chuck Brodsky

That Guy Lyrics

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