What's a simple man like me
Doing in this part of town
Especially at a time like this
When the sun is going down
I crank my Barry Manilow
Up on my cassette deck radio
Letting all the boys round here know
That I'm down with the sound and flow
That's when this old rusty Ford
Creaks up to the light
His girlfriend turns and gives a wink
And a great big green teeth smile
I get the notion then and there
That he's the jealous type
As he spits a wade of tobacco juice
All over my Pintos driver side
Steps down from his conglomerate
Lumbers over to me
The kids in school are sure to hear of this
As I'll soon be history
Roughly pulls me out the window
Shaking me off like a bad habit
Saw my life flash before my eyes
Luckily I had enough sense to reach out and grab it
Just then he catches the music
That's now playing loud and clear
Turns with a look plastered to his face
Asking who is that he hears
I tell him Barry Manilow
He's the one who writes the songs
Just then he starts a-humming
If he knew the words he'd sing along
His girlfriend calls up all their friends
Who quickly show up to the scene
Looks like we got us a Copacabana
With the lights flashing from red to yellow to green
It all came to a ******
As Barry, Mandy sang
There wasn't a dry eye on the street that night
As I quickly saddled my Pinto and drove away
I let out a huge sigh of relief
As I sped through all the lights
With "Looks Like We Made It" blasting through the stereo
Thanking Barry Manilow, once again for saving my life