The Man Upstairs
Gary Morris
Lifetime 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