The Classy Man

The classy mans not rich, The classy mans not poor, The classy man knows his place Opening that door; He doesn't wear a suit Or even drive a car But the classy mans a good man Cause he'll walk you through that park; He smiles as he walks past He offers you a grin And if that glass is empty He'll offer you some gin; He even goes out walking And tries to find the poor He'll offer them some food to eat And brings clothes out for them all; Now when you see the classy man Make sure you stop and say Thank you for your good deeds I hope you stay this way. Not that he needs to hear Any compliments from you Because the classy mans a good man, And It could be me and you!