HEY, MR. MANAGER (Tom Evans)
[from Head First CD - recorded 1974 - released U.S. 2000]

Waitin' for the phone to tell me you and I are through
And I'm not alone, I guess that everybody wants it, too
You got no feeling, you've been dealing all the wrongs
The lives you're stealing
Lord, I think you should be gone

Hey, Mr. Manager
You're messing up my life
Hey, Mr. Manager
Don't think I need that kind of strife

It's the same old story, we all know it to the end
But without your boring glory, we could live again
You got no feeling, you've been dealing all the wrongs
The lives you're stealing
God, I think you should be gone

Hey, Mr. Manager
Messing up my life
Hey, Mr. Manager
Think I need that kind of strife

[guitar solo (Pete Ham)]

I'm laying down these lines
This song's especially for you
It may be simple
But in some ways, so are you

Hey, Mr. Manager
You're messing up my life
Hey, Mr. Manager
Think I need that kind of, that kind of, that kind of strife

Waiting for the phone to tell me
You and I are through.

lyrics transcribed by Tom Brennan
corrections thanks to Bob Jackson and Dan Matovina

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