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

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JOAN ANITA BARBARA ARMATRADING