Snowman
live at Cafe Taste

There are just not enough cold weather blues songs written. Everything is always sweltering this and hot that. But you get the blues in winter; of course you do! So here's Snowman to correct the imbalance, a little tongue in cheek but all angst and bad, bad love.

And that's the kind of man you turned out to be
But I never seem to know what's best for me

There's a kind of teenage boy
Living year to year
Spending all his money to by him
Drugs and sex and beer
And he only goes back home
When he's broke or really drunk
To break his Mama's heart again
And beat his brothers up

And oh baby, you were like that
I just know
But knowing won't change my mind
About the way I should go

You're mean
M-E-A-N, you are mean
You're the kind of guy who'd knock a little kid's
Snowman down

You're as cold as snow
You're like an icy day
On which the cold wind does blow
You're like a little boy
You're the kind of guy who'd knock a little kid
You're the kind of guy who'd knock a little kid's
Snowman down

Now, there's a kind of man who goes through life
Never showing weakness
Never showing any love
Sympathy or meekness
Don't know why I put up with that
Some kind of sick attraction
It's not that I like to take abuse
But you just give me sweet satisfaction

So baby, that's why I stay with you
Besides sometimes, in your own little way
I think you may just love me too

But you're mean
M-E-A-N, you are mean
You're the kind of guy who'd knock a little kid's
You're the kind of guy who'd knock a little kid's
You are the kind of guy who'd knock a little kid's
Snowman down