Ugly People - Part 2

In 1967, I wrote Ugly People in answer to that annoyingly upbeat and optimistic Up with People song and movement.  We won first prize at the Merrimack College Talent Show that year.  For weeks afterward, one could hear the Ugly People chorus spontaneously ringing out in the halls of the Merrimack College Student Union Building.  

Flash forward 25 years -- 1992.  Up with People was holding a 25th anniversary extravaganza and enjoying resurging popularity.  It was time to update Ugly People to meet the challenge and celebrate its own 25th anniversary!  Like its predecessor, Ugly People - Part 2 also became quite popular with the local coffee-house crowd.

I should get started on Part 3!
 
words and music by Tony Provencher - 1992
Vocal and Guitar - Tony Provencher
Album: Good-Time Music Sampler
Lyrics
(Chorus) Look around at all the ugly people.
Look around and see them stare at you.
Look around at this poor world around you.
Look around, and tell me skies are blue.

Hello, How are you? Well, I guess I'm doing fine;
You don't really want to know just what's been on my mind
You ask me how I'm doing, but don't wait for me to tell,
Well, I'm doing fine and dandy, and I wish you'd go to charm school.

Well, I know how I'm supposed to talk so you won't laugh at me,
And I know how I'm supposed to dress, I saw it on TV.
And, as long as I'm not different, I can still be free;
And we'll all be happy lemmings marching blindly to the sea.

Repeat Chorus

See the little foxes strutting through the mall;
With twenty pounds of styling gel, their hair is very tall.
Did you ever notice that the size of their brain
Is inversely proportional to the bigness of their mane?

See the macho hunks working out on the deck;
The head they do their thinking is not upon their neck.
Laughing at the horn-rimmed geek who's only skin and bones,
They flex before the mirror.  They are testoster-clones.

Repeat Chorus

Here he comes again, driving in his Turbo-Saab,
Always in a hurry, weaving through the rush-hour mob,
With one ear on the car-phone, screaming down the breakdown lane,
'Cause he who dies with the most toys is the winner of the game.

Hello, Missus Land, would you like a cup of tea?
Have you heard the news about the Brewster family?
Hello, Missus Dillon, have you heard the word?
Listen, and I'll tell you you even more than I have heard.

Repeat Chorus

Our president was Ronnie; Rayguns was his name;
Then, after that came Georgie, and he whipped Saddam Hussein,
But now I'm broke, and he don't care, and Slick Willie's getting slack,
And I almost find myself wishing Tricky Dick was back!

So here I stand a-singing and a-strumming my guitar;
And I haven't quit my day job, but I wish I was a star.
And I've probably sleft you wondering is there any kind of hope.
Well, the paranoids are after me - and I'm a misanthrope!
(And I don't like people either!)

(Chorus) Look around at all the ugly people.
Look around and see them stare at you.
Look around at this poor world around you.
Look around, and tell me skies are blue.

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