The Who’s song ‘Can You See the Real Me’ illustrates the reality that many of us are unaware of:
I went back to the doctor
To get another shrink.
I sit and tell him about my weekend,
But he never betrays what he thinks.
Can you see the real me, doctor?
I went back to my mother
I said, “I’m crazy ma, help me.”
She said, “I know how it feels son,
‘Cause it runs in the family.”
Can you see the real me, mother?
The cracks between the paving stones
Look like rivers of flowing veins.
Strange people who know me
Peeping from behind every window pane.
The girl I used to love
Lives in this yellow house.
Yesterday she passed me by,
She doesn’t want to know me now.
Can you see the real me, can you?
I ended up with the preacher,
Full of lies and hate,
I seemed to scare him a little
So he showed me to the golden gate.
Can you see the real me preacher?
Can you see the real me doctor?
Can you see the real me mother?
Can you see the real me?
Kiba65 over 14 years ago
Good!!!
Pacejv over 14 years ago
Mr. Cranston?
ksoskins over 14 years ago
Finally, a comic from a hat’s point of view.
orfreebird over 14 years ago
None of the above. Quit while your ahead
TheWildSow over 14 years ago
What did the necktie say to the hat? You go on ahead, I’ll hang around!
poohbear8192 over 14 years ago
So that’s what a “Hat Trick” is.
anorok2 over 14 years ago
Hey TheWildSow….not bad!
davesmithsit over 14 years ago
Shades of Billy Joel.
craigwestlake over 14 years ago
Looks like Alfred Hitchcock’s closet…
SherriannPederson over 14 years ago
The Who’s song ‘Can You See the Real Me’ illustrates the reality that many of us are unaware of:
I went back to the doctor To get another shrink. I sit and tell him about my weekend, But he never betrays what he thinks.
Can you see the real me, doctor?
I went back to my mother I said, “I’m crazy ma, help me.” She said, “I know how it feels son, ‘Cause it runs in the family.”
Can you see the real me, mother?
The cracks between the paving stones Look like rivers of flowing veins. Strange people who know me Peeping from behind every window pane. The girl I used to love Lives in this yellow house. Yesterday she passed me by, She doesn’t want to know me now.
Can you see the real me, can you?
I ended up with the preacher, Full of lies and hate, I seemed to scare him a little So he showed me to the golden gate.
Can you see the real me preacher? Can you see the real me doctor? Can you see the real me mother? Can you see the real me?
freeholder1 over 14 years ago
Coming out of the closet gets yet ANOTHER meaning.
Coyoty Premium Member over 14 years ago
Home is where your hat hangs you.