Mr. Backrub

He was the biggest sleaze in the office
Years later he'd be known as Mr. Backrub
He'd melt you with his mini-pony tail and goatee
And kill you with his "in touch with my feelings" gaze

He makes me sick
He gives me creeps
I hope he stays away from me, from me
He makes me sick
He gives me creeps
I hope he stays away

On a drunk and desperate night
My friend went home with him
None of us could believe it
"He's really okay
It was just a lay
He's aware
At least someone cares"
My intelligence insulted

He makes me sick
He gives me creeps
I hope he stays away from me, from me
He makes me sick
He gives me creeps
I hope he stays away

I'm sure he's cruising in his Jeep Cherokee
In retrospect it doesn't mean that much to me