The Man

He thinks he's a mod
Does he even know what that means?
He wears the parka
Rides the vespa
Listens to Paul Weller on repeat.
He thinks he's the best
In his wife-beater vest
His pointy toed shoes
And his skin tight jeans
Strumming guitar to the beat.
He thinks he's a singer
Gonna be a winner
Talks 'til he's blue in the face.
His children are leaving
His life is a mess
But he's got the girl so he's fine.
He's looking at me
But he's talking to you
He'll weasel his way
It's what they always do.