Manners Maketh Man
Composer(s): Jeremy Clyde
Performer(s): Chad Stuart and Jeremy Clyde



When I walked in that café
You turned and looked my way
You knew that you were being rude
To point and to stare
So why should I smile
When you put me on trial
And your daughter wants an autograph
And you don't like my hair

Perhaps you resent
A life that was spent
In hating an enemy
That you've never seen
You believed them when they said
There's a red beneath your bed
Am I a living symbol of your youth
That might have been?

Does it become clear
As you see me sitting here
So well behaved
And not like you expect
And now do you see
That you were once like me
But you missed out on a lot of things
By being too correct

You gave a loud guffaw
As I walked in the door
And you loudly said, "Hey look at that kid,
Will ya look at that kid, will ya?"
Then remembering your girl
You said, "Hey kid, sign for Merle"
Did you notice I was eating
And you didn't have the manners to say please