Simon

He's from Ohio Lives with his mother He loves the woman Who loves his brother What can he do now? As she walks across the floor Here comes his brother Walkin' sideways through the door Was the same at school He played the fool Or took a back seat While Simon ruled He played by himself a lot And people called him shy His mother said, "Be more friendly" And he would ask her, why "Has Simon got to be more friendly And do I have to be like him?" And mother said, "No son, be yourself Be more like I tell you, you gotta be like me Be like I tell you, be like me" Now when Kathleen She came on the scene He saw her first And then Simon spoke He took her to places That completely turned her head Gave her practical things Like diamonds for her neck Has Simon got to be so friendly? Sometimes he makes me want to kill Look at 'em dancing While he's standin' by the wall There's gonna be trouble When the time to leave is called And Simon won't be feelin' friendly He'll be lyin' too close to the floor And mother said, "Oh, son, be yourself Be more like I tell you, you gotta be like me Be like I tell you, you gotta be yourself Be like I tell you, be yourself"