Look at all these men around
There’s one on the porch
Putting the mail in the box
He’s actually kind of a fox
There’s another mowing his lawn
Low pants showing the top of his moon in the morn
Here a man
There a man
Everywhere a man
Millions in this state, it’s true
So why oh why oh why oh
Why oh why oh why oh
Can’t I want any one of them
Other than you?
So **** set on on the imaginary view
When only the best will do