Gary Morris

The Man Upstairs

Gary Morris


vLifetime 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 
Is 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