Lyrics:

He's from OhioLives with his motherHe loves the womanWho loves his brotherWhat can he do nowAs she walks across t
he floorHere comes his brotherWalking sideways through the doorWas the same at schoolHe played the foolOr took a back sea
tWhile Simon ruledHe played by himself a lotAnd people called him shyHis mother said be more friendlyAnd he would ask her
whyHas Simon got to be more friendlyAnd do I have to be like himAnd mother saidNo sonGotta be yourselfBe more like I te
ll youBe like meBe like I tell youBe like meNow when KathleenCame on the sceneHe saw her firstAnd then Simon spokeHe
took her to placesThat completely turned her headGave her practical thingsLike diamonds for her neckHas Simon got to be so
friendlySometimes he makes me want to killLook at 'em dancingWhile he's standing by the wallThere's gonna be troubleWhen
the time to leave is calledAnd Simon won't be feeling friendlyHe'll be lying too close to the floorAnd mother saidOh son
That's not like youYou gotta be more like I tell youBe like meBe like I tell youBe like me