Reflection

There is a man hiding behind my mirror Where my reflection ought to be He reveals himself when I'm shaving and he's really scaring me. He must be nearly forty Hints of grey grow in his hair I turn around to look behind me but of course there's no one there. I slip with my razor and I see blood on his chin You are really extracting the urine I find myself shouting to him. Now he's really mocking me His lips are synchronised with mine Even when I give him the finger He gives me one back every time. The evil sod followed me on holiday When I went to sunny Spain A lady took a picture of me posing in my boxers and there he was again. I call him Willie Nelson Because he is always on my mind I've said some words that should not be heard They were of a very naughty kind . Tonight I thought I'd lost him Until the DJ called my name I looked up at the karaoke screen and there he was again.