They Call Me the Man
Catch me if you can,
Or watch me from afar.
They all call me "The Man"
I'm a rising Superstar.
Was born to shake the world,
And take it by surprise.
I'll leave them all in awe,
With a twinkle in my eyes.
When I walk into a party,
The crowd always comes alive.
Those that make it through the night,
Won't make it home till five.
I strut just like a Rooster,
With tail feathers in the air.
I sing just like an Angel,
And dance like Fred Astaire.
Some will call me Sinner,
And some will call me Saint.
I make all the Fellas jealous,
And all the Ladies faint.
If you take a look inside,
I'm golden to the core.
Don't call it foolish pride,
Cause I'm "The Man" hear me roar!
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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