There is a man I know
Who lives across the street
Every time I sit down at the table
He surveys what I eat
He's watching out for crime
To happen any time
He's always minding someone's business
And the business is usually mine
He's making sure that I don't have fun
Because he lives alone
He's watching in the darkness of his home...
Watching you, watching me
Six remote controls
So he can sit back on his a**
And watch the world from his perch
By the window, on the other side of the gla**
He says he's looking out for me
but why can't he just see?
Just because he has nobody
He has to bother me...Watching me!