Simon - Joan Armatrading

He’s from Ohio

Lives with his mother

He loves the woman

Who loves his brother

What can he do now

As she walks across the floor

Here comes his brother

Walking sideways through the door

Was the same at school

He played the fool

Or took a back seat

While Simon ruled

He played by himself a lot

And people called him shy

His mother said be more friendly

And he would ask her why

Has Simon got to be more friendly

And do I have to be like him

And mother said

No son

Gotta be yourself

Be more like I tell you

Be like me

Be like I tell you

Be like me

Now when Kathleen

Came on the scene

He saw her first

And then Simon spoke

He took her to places

That completely turned her head

Gave her practical things

Like diamonds for her neck

Has Simon got to be so friendly

Sometimes he makes me want to kill

Look at 'em dancing

While he’s standing by the wall

There’s gonna be trouble

When the time to leave is called

And Simon won’t be feeling friendly

He’ll be lying too close to the floor

And mother said

Oh son

That’s not like you

You gotta be more like I tell you

Be like me

Be like I tell you

Be like me