Tall Drink of Water

What’s a tall drink of water doin’
With short, fat, balding me anyway?
Why does she want to be with me
Until my final dying day?

I’m not rich, handsome or suave
In fact I’m a bit of an obnoxious slob
Who likes hot dogs & corn on the cob
She stays instead of running away

What’s a tall drink of water doin’
With this stinky, disgusting man?
Does she think I’m a fixer upper, and
I’m like eggs in a pan

Who aren’t much when fryin’
They just look like they’re dyin’
Then after all the pain & cryin’
They transform as best they can

To a hearty breakfast out at Cape Cod
Where locals give each other a head nod
They say the food is amazing like the view
I mean, I’m not even well-to-do

What’s a tall drink of water doin’
With a mess like me, it’s weird
Why does she think I’m special
To me, it’s not so clear

I’m not like the men from the city
I’m far from groomed or pretty
Maybe it’s all out of pity
I’m not Brad Pitt or Richard Gere

I’m like a mix of a broke bum on a street
That red flag guy you never want to meet
Who’s bitter, and she loves me even more
What’s that tall drink of water with me for?

What’s that tall drink of water with me for?

April 13, 2021

Another lyric I think would be good for a project I’m creating called “Goomba Town.”

Published by Matthew Kenneth Gray

American Songwriter

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