Song Description

A playful look at the way some folks see faces in things - and turn them into cash!

Lyrics

I was standing by the stovetop making pancakes
While my family waited patiently
Just as I began to pour the batter
I was interrupted by an office call for me
By the time that I returned, the pan was smoking
I scrapped and scraped and pulled that pancake free
But just before I could toss it in the garbage
I saw a face, looking back at me

It kinda' looked like Elvis, or maybe it was Moses...
Though it coulda' been Jesus, or Friar Tuck...
There must be someone, out there on eBay
So, I can sell it, and make a buck


Then, while almost to my office with my coffee
When my arm was smacked by a running SVP
The coffee went flying in slow motion
And landed with a splash all over me
My clean white shirt, suddenly, was mocha
I closed the door and as I wriggled free
Just as I went to hang it in the closet,
I saw a face, looking back at me

It kinda' looked like Elvis, or maybe it was Moses...
Though it coulda' been Jesus, or Friar Tuck...
There must be a buyer, somewhere on eBay
So, I can sell it, and change my luck


I was fumbling in my pocket for my car keys
Work was out and I feeling pretty wound
As I hit Reverse, I felt a little better
It was then that I heard a crunching sound
I saw my battered iPhone on the pavement
Lying where it really shouldn't be
But just before I tossed it on the back seat
I saw a face, looking back at me


It was the face of Sauron
Or maybe L. Ron Hubbard
It coulda' been Nixon or Chairman Mao
Maybe it was Reagan or the late Merle Haggard
And I just stood there and just said "Wow!"


It kinda' looked like Elvis, or maybe it was Moses...
Though it coulda' been Jesus, or Friar Tuck...
There must be a buyer, somewhere on eBay
So, I can sell it, hey, what the heck!