If you see me drunk in the pool hall,
Believe that’s not me at all,
Soon you will realize,
It’s someone using me as a disguise,
If you should meet me the next day,
All your doubt will go away,
No it’s not an act,
He high jacked by body that’s a fact,
He will tell you all you want to hear,
It will sound sweet and crystal clear,
He will lie and get into head,
Yet tomorrow not remember a single word said,
Not meaning to hurt no one,
To him it’s all about fun,
He has a serious side,
But with each shot it slowly died,
He will not try to take you home,
Misery loves to be alone,
A player he won’t try to be,
And that’s the only way he’s like me,
Yet he will treat you right,
And make sure it’s a fun night,
He had no reason to be afraid,
His foundation I’ve already laid,
So if this person you happen to see,
Please believe that it’s not me!
An Uncle Charlie Original