(Don Henry - Craig 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 os 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...
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(Don Henry - Craig 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 os 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...
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