Simon Lyrics

He's from OhioLives with his motherHe loves the womanWho loves his brotherWhat can he do nowAs she walks across the floorHere comes his brotherWalking sideways through the doorWas the same at schoolHe played the foolOr took a back seatWhile Simon ruledHe played by himself a lotAnd people called him shyHis mother said be more friendlyAnd he would ask her whyHas Simon got to be more friendlyAnd do I have to be like himAnd mother saidNo sonGotta be yourselfBe more like I tell youBe like meBe like I tell youBe like meNow when KathleenCame on the sceneHe saw her firstAnd then Simon spokeHe took her to placesThat completely turned her headGave her practical thingsLike diamonds for her neckHas Simon got to be so friendlySometimes he makes me want to killLook at 'em dancingWhile he's standing by the wallThere's gonna be troubleWhen the time to leave is calledAnd Simon won't be feeling friendlyHe'll be lying too close to the floorAnd mother saidOh sonThat's not like youYou gotta be more like I tell youBe like meBe like I tell youBe like me