He's from Ohio   Lives with his mother   He loves the woman   Who loves his brother      What can he do now?   As she walks across the floor   Here comes his brother   Walkin' sideways through the door      Was the same at school   He played the fool   Or took a back seat   While Simon ruled      He played by himself a lot   And people called him shy   His mother said, "Be more friendly"   And he would ask her, why      "Has Simon got to be more friendly   And do I have to be like him?"      And mother said, "No son, be yourself   Be more like I tell you, you gotta be like me   Be like I tell you, be like me"      Now when Kathleen   She came on the scene   He saw her first   And then Simon spoke      He took her to places   That completely turned her head   Gave her practical things   Like diamonds for her neck      Has Simon got to be so friendly?   Sometimes he makes me want to kill      Look at 'em dancing   While he's standin' by the wall   There's gonna be trouble   When the time to leave is called      And Simon won't be feelin' friendly   He'll be lyin' too close to the floor      And mother said, "Oh, son, be yourself   Be more like I tell you, you gotta be like me   Be like I tell you, you gotta be yourself   Be like I tell you, be yourself"