Mike Betancourt's Blues

Lyrics

[Verse]
Mike Betancourt’s got a bone to pick
With folks who leave their stuff like sticks
Scattered all around in dirty piles
It’s enough to drive him wild

[Verse]
Isuzu box truck with a camera that stares
Mike throws his hands up in despair
Every time he tries to find the rest
That camera always makes a mess

[Chorus]
He laughs at John and Richard every night
Two grown men who spoon just right
In a world of clutter, dirty and grim
Mike finds his humor watching them

[Verse]
A clean floor and a dusted shelf
That's what Mike demands of himself
But everywhere he turns, chaos reigns
Drives him mad and fans the flames

[Verse]
Folders askew and papers all stacked high
Brings a tear to ole Mike’s eye
How can folks live this way, he wonders
It’s like they’re stepping straight into blunders

[Chorus]
He laughs at John and Richard every night
Two grown men who spoon just right
In a world of clutter, dirty and grim
Mike finds his humor watching them