He follows me all over town,
And every time I turn around,
He's standing there at a respectful distance,
He's arranging my underwear drawer,
By dumping it out on the floor.
When I'm brushing my teeth, I don't need his assistance,
No No No.
Well the story is old, (story is old)
It's a 70's sitcom cliché,
He says he's in my debt, but, I wish he'd forget.
He'll do anything for me,
Anything but go away.