Treasure Island

Francis Duggan

You Seem So Swell There Mister

You seem so swell there mister in your brand new motor car
And you wish to let the World know of how wonderful you are
You show your blond the scenery and you drive her up and down
With your car stereo blaring through the wide streets of the town.

You may impress some people but you do not impress me
I look at you driving your car and only arrogance I see
You want us all to notice and I have taken note
That smug smirk you wear on your face tell me of one who gloat.

For your obvious trappings of wealth you I do not begrudge
But by the way you flaunt your assets you ask me to be your judge
Driving through the leafy suburb with your car stereo blaring loud
You do like to be noticed and you do seem rather proud.

With your girlfriend there beside you a big smile on her face
A rather lovely looker and her curves in the right place
She helps to feed your ego and make a man of you
But with you will she linger and does she love you true?

You seem so swell there mister with your girlfriend and new car
You want all of us to notice of just how marvellous you are
With your car stereo blaring loudly you may yet learn from father time
That on too much self adulation some young men spend their fleeting prime.

Submitted: Friday, March 07, 2008

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