Lyrics

THE MAN WITH THE FUNNY CLOTHES
SITS AROUND HERE ALL DAY
IF HE HAS SOME ANSWERS
WELL HE'S NOT INCLINED TO SAY
HE'S NO FAN OF QUESTIONS
EITHER YOURS OR MINE
HIS HANDS SHAKE AND HIS HAIR IS GRAY
BUT HE'S SMILING ALL THE TIME
WE COULD JUST DISMISS HIM
OR SIMPLY TURN AWAY
OR OFFER UP A HELPING HAND
MAYBE NOT TODAY
DON'T GIVE HIM A MIRROR
DON'T TELL HIM THE TIME
HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS
BUT WITH THAT KNOWLEDGE HE IS FINE
STAINS UPON HIS TROUSERS
MUCUS ON HIS SLEEVE
HE LOOKS JUST LIKE A SANTA CLAUS
WHO DOESN'T WHEN TO LEAVE
WE COULD JUST DISMISS HIM
OR SIMPLY TURN AWAY
OR OFFER UP A HELPING HAND
MAYBE NOT TODAY
THE MAN WITH THE FUNNY CLOTHES
ONE DAY WILL NOT BE
HE'S WORKED A LIFETIME FOR THIS BENCH
NOW IT BELONGS TO ME
Written by: Sean O'Brien
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