From the recording Pick 'Em Up & Dust 'Em Off

Written by Jim Oliver
Produced by Chris Cangeleri

Jim Oliver: lead vocal, acoustic guitars
Chris Cangeleri: electric guitars, bass, mandolin, backing vocals
Eddie Quigg: drums

Lyrics

Him and the truth have never been close, but he don’t care
He’ll chat up a skirt that he just met
While his girlfriend sits right there
Lacking in conscience and feeling
Tangled up in nefarious dealings
Constantly running from husbands & cops
With his Goodyear tires squealing.

Talks about money that he never had and he never will
Places he’s been that he never was
And the next man he’ll never kill
No girl alive can resist him
Yet I never met one’s ever kissed him
There goes his car, he’s leaving the bar
Damn, what a shame we just missed him

Everyone knows someone like him
But nobody likes him, everybody knows it
Elbows up when he walks in
Just keep on talking, maybe he’ll keep walking by
Cheatin’ stealin, telling lies.

Day after day, year after year, it’s all the same
He goes out alone while waiting back home
Is good old what’s her name
He figures she’ll never break up
But she knows she needs a shake up
So she gets the itch
Says “Payback’s a bitch.”
And fixes her hair & her makeup.

Everyone knows someone like him
But nobody likes him, everybody knows it
Elbows up when he walks in
Just keep on talking, maybe he’ll keep walking by
Settle on the other side, save us from another night
Of cheatin’ stealin, telling lies.

Saturday night nobody’s out, so he heads on home
Opens the door, sees the clothes on the floor
Sounds like she’s not alone
He figures he’s gotta be dreaming
Cause he can’t believe what he is seeing
She gives him a smile, says “we’ll be a while
Please close the door as you’re leaving.”