Gary Morris - The Man Upstairs lyrics

The Man Upstairs

Gary Morris

Lifetime of memories

Stuffed in a moving van

Fresh out of college

Big city here I am

And as I turn the key

Somebody's watching me

Who is that old man

As I'm unpacking

He shuffles down the stairs

A walking fossil

With crew cut silver hair

He barely says hello

Looks at my stereo

There could be trouble

The man upstairs

Is certainly a strange one

The man upstairs

Doesn't like my kind

And I'm sure that I disturb

The man upstairs

One night it happened

A knock upon my door

Eyes in my keyhole

Oh no the geezers sore

Points at my stereo

He smiles and says hello

Love them Beatles

He brought some records

We really had a ball

Big bands and crooners

78's and all

And for a couple years

We used each others ears

Loved them Beatles

The man upstairs

Is certainly a strange one

The man upstairs

Is not what he appears to be

He's an awful lot like me

The man upstairs

I found the package

Next to my doorstep

A box of records

A note attached to it

It said I won't be needing these

Don't worry I'll be fine

Up where celebrities

Play all the music live

And the man upstairs

Loves to hear his music loud

The man upstairs

Is not what we imagined him to be

He's an awful lot like you and me

The man upstairs