From the recording In The Land Of The Insane
Lyrics
Cool Man
by Greg Englesson
He’s the kind of guy that slides in on the wall
you hear his heals rhythm ricochet down the hall
he hangs his head with his shades down the mall
hands in his pockets slouching toe tapping call him
Cool man, Cool man, Cool man
Cool man, Cool man, Cool man
Cool man, Cool man, Cool man
He smells just bad enough to make people talk
and he looks so weird he’ll send your mom into shock
he’s got a swing in his hip wonder how he can walk
he’s got a big boom box that will make the block rock
Cool man, Cool man, Cool man
Cool man, Cool man, Cool man
Cool man, Cool man, Cool man
Cigarette dangling from his face in the mirror
you can always see him drag his comb through his hair
his pants are nice and tight and they all have a tear
wears a wing tip and a loafer and calls them a pair.
Cool man, Cool man, Cool man
Cool man, Cool man, Cool man
Cool man, Cool man, Cool man