Busybody, busy man So busy being everybody’s friend That he’s unlikely to understand Why he’s feeling all alone again And before the party ends Then another one begins You better go and show your face To ever get ahold of him Lucky lady, he’s your man? I hope at least he takes his time while you’re in bed Or does he just talk about himself instead While he’s pulling full steam ahead? When you’re so lonesome you could cry Well, he’ll be there to lend an ear But to be clear, it’s only one Because the other’s occupied Certified dad-bod master manipulator Mister Never Misses a Scene (oh, like a scenester!) He wants it all, so whenever I call I am never, never the priority Busybody, busy man So busy being everybody’s friend That he’s unlikely to understand Why he’s feeling all alone again