HAROLD GREENGARD

LYRICS

Look off the viewfind

His brylcreem and knit tie

His collar is just right

Starchy New York white

My mother would hate him he looks like my father

The rocking chair charmer

I told him it's whiskey, but really it's water

Harold Greengard

Switch off the porch light

The cabin and young pines

The camera does not lie

He listens alone, blithe

Framed out the moonshine

Behind his teeth burns rye

The wicked and vile

And silent, blind forest fire

My mother would hate him he looks like my father

The rocking chair charmer

I told him it's whiskey, but really it's water

Harold Greengard