The Most Trustworthy Guy In The World



The Most Trustworthy Guy in the World © Bob Mullany 9/8/2006
You can see him approach in the Budweiser mirror
You feel resignation and a slight twinge of fear
He drank up his courage and put down his feet
And he’s hoping he’s someone you’re longing to meet
His timing seems perfect, the band’s song is done
He’s got his best line on the tip of his tongue
Then BANG !,he’s shot down in the blink of an eye
He doesn’t continue, he doesn’t ask why
His shoulders slump down and it’s clear that he’s beat
As he looks at the floor and slinks back to his seat

Fueled by illusion and liquor and lust
Another poor bastard has bitten the dust
Though it can be awkward, it’s certainly just
These days it’s not easy to know who to trust
If you want to discuss it, I’m here for you, girl
And I’m the most trustworthy guy in the world

I can see you’re well versed at deflecting requests
From bleary eyed guys who can’t see past your breasts
But hope springs eternal, and the night it is long
After five shots of vodka his mojo seems strong
So he sidles on up with a casual flair
Like a man of the world who’s already been there
Then BANG !, he’s shot down like a duck from the sky
Still he gets some applause from the rest of the guys
As he staggers on off to his barstool retreat
And his friends offer vodka to toast his defeat

Fueled by illusion and liquor and lust
Another poor bastard has bitten the dust
Though it can be awkward, it’s certainly just
These days it’s not easy to know who to trust
If you want to discuss it, I’m here for you, girl
And I’m the most trustworthy guy in the world

Many men dream of a beauty like you
And they hope for some magic will make it come true
Then there’s always that player who thinks it’s his right
To find a quick score and get lucky each night
He’s a golden tongued devil with sparkling eyes
Who seeks to entrap you with beautiful lies.
But BANG!, he’s shot down and he’ll never know why
You can even hear snickers from some the guys
Still he struts like a cock in his Calvin Klein shirt
As he exits in search of a new place to flirt

Fueled by illusion and liquor and lust
Another poor bastard has bitten the dust
Though it can be awkward, it’s certainly just
These days it’s not easy to know who to trust
If you want to discuss it, I’m here for you, girl
And I’m the most trustworthy guy in the world

You say this guy seems honest and shy and sincere
Though his judgment is clouded with a half dozen beers
Still, he’s very disarming, and charming, and bright
But question his motives, you need to be right
There’s just one more option I’d like to suggest
I have my own portable polygraph test
We can hook him up here, and we’ll give him a shot
And we’ll know right away if he’s lying or not
Then BANG!, he’ll be shocked with a terrible jolt
From my tazer that zaps him with thousands of volts

Fueled by illusion and liquor and lust
Another poor bastard has bitten the dust
It seems pretty drastic, but it’s only just
I may be the last guy in the world you can trust
You don’t need to thank me, I’m here for you, girl
And I’m the most trustworthy guy in the world

© Bob Mullany 9/8/2006

I Just Haven't Got The Strength to Carry On




I Haven't Got the Strength     7/3/2009  Bob Mullany

Twenty years and more now I been workin’ for the man
I take it easy now and then, I'm sure you understand
 Boss say, " You may think you're smart,
        but I'm a little smarter.
I'll be leavin' early, stay and work a little harder"

I just haven't got the strength
No, I just haven't got the strength
God knows I haven't got the strength to carry on...

I called to tell my girl," I gotta work a little late"
She said, "I don't mind since I already have a date
Get a clue, I'm through with you, you can say you've been retired
I'm sleeping with your boss, and by the way, he says you're fired !"
    
I just haven't got the strength
No, I just haven't got the strength
God knows I haven't got the strength to carry on...

I went to see my priest and told him all about my troubles
He winked at me, said, "Son, you see, I hate to burst your bubble,
I feel so bad, you lost your job, and your old lady too
But I been tapping that for years, God knows I'll miss her more than you ! "

I just haven't got the strength
No, I just haven't got the strength
God knows I haven't got the strength to carry on...

I went down to the hospital to visit my physician

He did some tests, said, "Get some rest, then call up the mortician""That can't be, it can't be me, I''m an oldie, but a goodie,
Though sometimes when the pressure's on
I can't quite get a woodie"

I just haven't got the strength
No, I just haven't got the strength
God knows I haven't got the strength to carry on...

Just Like Lovers Do

Just Like Lovers Do    ©  5/21/2012   Bob Mullany

Beyond the shadows of the castle towers 
We pick sweet berries and some wildflowers
We talk of everything for endless hours
Just like lovers do

You sing songs that bring the gods to tears
Some sad reflections in a house of mirrors
Where you sought rainbows but they disappeared
Just like lovers do

We can be the ones just like lovers do
That cultivate the gardens where love's seeds can be renewed
We pursue a destiny that rarely can come true
Just like lovers do

We have our moments but our bonds stay strong
Secure in knowing where our hearts belong
Find happy endings to some sad old songs
Just like lovers do

Our love is timeless, like the ancient tales
As we face challenge on the grandest scale
And reach for glory where the heroes fail
Just like lovers do
  
We can be the ones just like lovers do
That touch the hearts of dragons and survive the witch's brew
We'll fulfill a destiny that really can come true
That's what lovers do






Lilac Trees

Lilacs     - Bob Mullany  7-1-2012


The sweetest scent you’ll ever know
Is when the purple lilacs bloom
A fortnight then they fade  away
The scent is gone, the blossoms doomed

Rebecca Lee, Rebecca Lee
I’m off to see what I  can see
I’ll return when lilacs bloom
Then I’ll ask you to marry me

From the mountains of the north
I rode the Hudson to the sea
The churning waters made me ill
A seaman’s life was not for me

A banker’s suit won’t suit me well
A banker I will never be
They prey upon the common man
That’s not the kind  of man I’ll be

Rebecca Lee, Rebecca Lee
These cities aren’t the life for me
The Adirondacks call me home
To forests  and sweet lilac trees

My road is long but I push on  
I know my journey wears on you
I’ll see you soon when lilacs bloom
Their scent will point the way to you

I yearn to  see Rebecca Lee
But first I visit  mother’s home
As  one who never travelled far
She’s loves to hear of where I roamed

Mother  frowned when I declared
I’m off to see Rebecca Lee
She said, “son, life can change so quick
Like blooms upon the  lilac tree


You’ve been away a longish time
Rebecca’s lovely as can be
Many a suitor came around
Soon one will wed Rebecca Lee”


Rebecca Lee, Rebecca Lee,
I was so blind I failed to see
My quest’s a dream that’s mine alone
Your own dreams had no room for me

Here’s to love that might have been
To love now that will never be
I felt the need to see the world
And so I lost Rebecca Lee

Many a man has gone away
Far beyond familiar trees
Many more build a life at home
and live their life quite happily

The choice is yours and then endures
But all have their own  choice, you see
Here’s the rub, you may be snubbed
Just like I lost Rebecca Lee

The years  have passed, I’ve settled down
I have my own fine family
We own our own small candle shop
Our favorite  scent is lilac trees

Folks come out to see old friends
As purple lilacs welcome spring  
They shun the heat and hide away  
For summer’s just around the bend

Every Good Dog Has His Day

Every Good Dog Has His Day © 2012 Bob Mullany

You've found you've got to slow things down
Just to make another round
 And still you're always losin' ground
The longer that you stay
 Every good dog has his day
 But yours have slipped away...


 Some women pass you on the street
 You're searching for some eyes to meet
 A simple smile can be so sweet
 That it can make your day


 It's simple pleasures just like this
 It's sad to see how much you miss
 They walk by like you don't exist
 And go their merry way
 Every good dog has his day
 But yours have slipped away...


It's time for you to face the truth
 Fortunes of a misspent youth
 Chickens coming home to roost
 And now they're here to stay
 Ev'ry good dog has his day
 But yours have slipped away...

Close To You

Close To You © 1/23/2009 Bob Mullany

You're the kind of woman make a man talk trash
 Flash some cash, make a splash
 Dress up in a suit to go Sunday mass
 Just to get close to you

You're the kind of woman that's so darned cute
You don't seem real, it won't compute
I don't have to see you in your birthday suit

I just wanna get close to you
You're the kind of woman make a grown man cry
Act real shy, feel tongue-tied
Point out imperfections in the other guys
Just to stay close to you

You're the kind of woman that's so darned cute
You don't seem real, it won't compute
I don't have to see you in your birthday suit
I just wanna get close to you

I'm a sweet sugar daddy with a schoolboy crush
When we touch makes me blush
You're the kind of woman turns my mind to mush
When I get close to you
You're the kind of woman that's so darned cute
You don't seem real, it won't compute
God, I want to see you in your birthday suit
Then I want to get close to you,
then I want to get close to you

Your Mother's Mother's Eyes

Your Mother’s Mother’s Eyes



Oh, to see your mother’s mother
Trace the paths of mythic tales
So strong and bright and erudite
Her words set ships of faith to sail
These ancient walls looked on a man
His humble flock declared divine
He healed by simple acts of love,
And led their light of hope to shine


Your mother’s mother’s stories touched
The pilgrims with their ring of truth
She shared her seeds of faith and wisdom
With the humble heart of Ruth
A long life as a faithful servant,
Embracing age with peace and grace
A glow of love and kind contentment
Lights your mother’s mother’s face


As you know I’ve been a seeker
My faith’s a fickle guest at best
You gathered up my seeds of doubt
Then put my doubting to the test
Not all questions yield an answer
Some deep secrets stay concealed
Your eyes , just like your mother’s mother’s,
say trust, and all will be revealed

3/15/2012 Bob Mullany