Stand Up Guy

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Stand Up GuyHe’d called her up again, said he’d be workin’ lateShe watched him leave the office, at twenty of eightHe had on different clothes, than what he wore to workHe’d ditched his Mervyn’s blazer, for a loud Hawaiian shirtShe hailed a cab and said to follow himShe feared the worst although he’d always beenChorus A stand up guyNormal dreams and normal lifeClean cut and honestDid what he promisedLoved and cherished his wifeHe was a stand up guySure, he joked too much, and his cigars were too damn bigWhen her mom tried to hug him, one set fire to her wigBut he never lied or gambled, ran her down or ran aroundStill, she felt their marriage crumble, on that ride uptownHe parked near a club advertisin’ ladies nightThe bouncer knew his name when he went insideChorus She went down an alley and snuck in backAnd sure enough…she caught him in the actHe was standin’ ‘neath a neon lightTellin’ jokes on stage for an open micHe got the biggest laugh of his whole gigWith one about his mother-in-law’s cheap wigIt’s funny thinkin’ of the dreams that folks will haveHe thought she’d laugh if he said he liked makin' people laughChorus ©2007 Robert George