Lyrics

There’s a guy I know, who’s mean with words,
So sparse in speech so hard to reach!
He’s been this way all his life
Way before he met his wife.
She worked so hard to cure him,
Of this blindness that would endure him!
But her efforts were all in vain,
As his ignorance remains the same.

A communication miser,
The words he spares make you none the wiser!
He’s a brick wall conversation
A dead pan non sensation

The words you speak are plenty.
His response so dull and empty.
You stand there so frustrated
No chance of being elated.
He’s bland and somewhat funky!
He’s a single syllable junky

A communication miser,
The words he spares make you none the wiser!
He’s a brick wall conversation
A dead pan non sensation

I’ve been around this man for years,
Never been one for bending ears
His communication skills are so far gone,
Never heard of the game lexicon.
He’ll never make a spelling bee list.
He’s a conversational minimalist.

A communication miser,
The words he spares make you none the wiser!
He’s a brick wall conversation
A dead pan non sensation
A brick wall conversation
A dead pan non sensation