Three words...Witness Protection Program
That's all I have to say
So if you think you see someone that's me
Just turn around and walk the other way

They've got me hidden in the middle of nowhere
Don't worry, you've not heard the name
Any who when it comes to small towns
Aren't they pretty much about all the same?

I'm the guy with the funny accent
The one without any friends
You know the one down on the cul-de-sac
Last house on the left, down on the end

With a slight suspicion that you know me
Can't quite place the name
It's right there on the tip of your tongue
There's something about me that's just not the same

Is it the different hairstyle?
What little there is left
Perhaps it's in the nose job
New teeth with a smile, the freshening of breath

Three words...Witness Protection Program
So if you see me out on the street
Don't nod, don't grin, don't shake my hand
Walk nonchalantly by and don't even wink...