“Mr. Thornberry?â€
“Yes, Oz?â€
“Wouldn’t happen to have any paper towels, would you?â€
“Why?â€
You see him at the movies
You see him at the beach
You see him at the market reading lemon scented bleach
Some people call him Curly
Some others call him Norm
He looks as though his face has ridden out a brutal storm
He’s the man with the pushed in face
He’s the man with the pushed in face
Swabbing at the pyramids or at the Taj Mahal
Or dining at the Food Court in the Rio Grande mall
My sister finds him handsome in a Kodak sort of way
He’s sleepy and he’s haggard like the chicken Maggie May
He’s the man with the pushed in face
He’s the man with the pushed in face
So if you don’t believe him, the man of which I speak
Return the stuff you’ve stolen and confess you’ve sneaked a peak
But don’t you stare right at him or else you will become
The sort of pushed in face man your mother warned you of
He’s the man with the pushed in face
He’s the man with the pushed in face