paul simon.



he was a mean individual,

he had a heart like a bone,

he was a naturally crazy man,

and better off left alone,

he stopped one nite, at a traffic lite,

and when that lite turned green,

he was a mean individual, stranded in a limousine.



hey, hey, hey,hey,

all the children on the street,

come running out their front doors,

running out their back doors,

flying on their feet,

they said mama oh, papa oh,

see what i have seen,

theres a mean individual,

stranded in a limousine.



then everybody come running,

everybody said, lordy lord,

everybody was gunning,

gonna divvy up the re-ward,

then wah wah wah wah wah wah wah,

a siren,

a flashing lite,

but the mean individual, had vanished in the black of nite.



hey hey hey

they wondered where to begin,

cos he left that neighborhood,

just like a rattlesnake, sheds its skin,

then they searched the roofs, and checked out the groups,

and they photographed the scene,

of the mean individual,

stranded in a limousine.