Sad and silly and fast. My "Smithers Jones".
Why hello there! You're looking well!
Lyrics
It's Monday or Thursday , a working week
The alarm clock sounds for Oliver Meek
his wife doesn't stir as he picks up his tie
And dresses then kisses the blonde curls goodbye
20 years in the white collar game
Nothing changed, everyday the same
But today was different, he'd made himself a plan
To go and visit the Suitmaker Man
Which way do you dress, sir?
Which way do you dress?
Tell me which way you dress, my friend?
Which way do you dress, sir
Which way do you dress?
Your wife tells me you're less han a man
His life was secure, his troubles few
But something was wrong he knew
He hurried home, his heart filled with dread
His eyes didn't cry when the note had been read
Oliver, Don't do anythign silly
I still love you, you understand
But I need a break, I really do, my love
So I've gone away, with the Suitmaker Man
The bridge was full on that day
As Oliver stood and watched the bay
As he fell his life did he compare
And let me tell you brother there was nothing there
