A Thousand Men like Me

(from the CD Songs from the Midnight Shift)

For every millionaire there's a million suckers
For every head of hair there's a hat
For every oyster bed there's a hundred shuckers
For every cat house there's a cat
For every polka band there's a concertina
And most unfortunately
For every woman as beautiful as you
There's a thousand men like me.

For every gold mine there's an old gold miner
For every little wave there's a beach
For every stormy cloud there's a plastic liner
For every peach pie there's a peach
For every kiss of yours there's another Oscar
And a place in the Academy
And for every woman as beautiful as you
There's a gang of fancy dancers in shiny shoes
And there's an entire choir that sings the blues
And there's a thousand men like me.

Eeeny Meeny Miny Mo
How are you going to choose?
Every pretty boy in the whole wide world
Is holding in his tummy for you.

I used to do the tango upside down
I used to climb cliffs in the nude
I used to have sex with mountainsides
And anything else that moved
I used to be a noble sausage
Who just knew intuitively
For every woman as beautiful as you
There's a crazy suicide or maybe two
And a crew of Casanovas all making their moves
And the dudes on the cover of the new who's who
All singing Hallelujah; it's indubitably true you know
There're quite a few men like me.

Words and Music by John Ewbank
Copyright 2005 Vertical Songs BMI