"The Man Upstairs"
Written
by 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
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