Though the place was rather full,
He quickly caught my eye,
He hasn't changed in years gone by.
Still trying to impress
With his "educated" style.
He hasn't changed in years gone by.
He still tries to figure out
Just what he's supposed to say,
And the role he's supposed to play,
The Chameleon strikes again.
His colleagues are impressed,
He's boisterous and loud.
They love the way he wins the crowd.
I tried to sneak right through,
But quickly I am found,
And they love the way he puts me down.
He still tries to figure out
Just what he's supposed to say,
And the role he's supposed to play,
The Chameleon strikes again.
"How have you been, I haven't seen you since school.
Did you know that I now drive a BMW.
My 'take-home' is 40 grand,
Are you still in your little band?
I can't say that I'm much a fan...."
And the voices rose
My face turned red,
And I start to dream his d**h.
And I try to figure out
Just what I'm supposed to say,
Then he mispronounced my name,
Turned, and walked away,
The Chameleon strikes again.