Peacock Man

He’s a bit of an oily guy, who slicks back his hair, piles on the after shave, dresses with the utmost flair Spent his bonus on a second hand sports car, it’s his topic of choice for conversation at the bar He thinks you're going green with envy, when he tells you what he gets paid His anecdotes are extremely lengthy about the last time he got laid It’s not that his heart is in the wrong place, he just doesn’t really understand Why we call him the peacock man

Can’t sit still on his chair, collects pocket squares, custom zippo to light his smokes, fur lining on his coat He used to tell his Mama, “I want to work from nine to five”, a big shot CEO in a sharp suit and tie It’s not that his heart is in the wrong place, he just doesn’t really understand Why we call him the peacock man

Prefers nightclubs to bars, thinks he can play guitar Wouldn’t want him on the pitch, hogs the ball and won’t pass it He’ll show you photos of his wife and her surgically enhanced breasts He’ll spend his day off at the gym, admiring his biceps

It’s not that his heart is in the wrong place, he just doesn’t really understand Why we call him the peacock man It’s not that his heart is in the wrong place, he just doesn’t really understand Why we call him the peacock man