He follows me all over town, And every time I turn around, He's standing there at a respectful distance, He's arranging my underwear drawer, By dumping it out on the floor. When I'm brushing my teeth, I don't need his assistance, No No No. Well the story is old, (story is old) It's a 70's sitcom cliché, He says he's in my debt, but, I wish he'd forget. He'll do anything for me, Anything but go away.