Chris Picco - Real Estate Man lyrics

When the city gets rough and you've gotten tired of the rush I've found you a home where it's safe to roam I'm the real estate man, your real estate man For the sake of the children and that darling wife of yours I've found you a place got its own grocery store Oh the deals in the can, trust the real estate man Chorus I'm your real estate man and I do nothing but good I've found you the perfect neighborhood Ya, I'm the real estate man, real estate man It's just a little off the highway, you couldn't ask for more It's no time from the office, the ramp ends at your front door I'll give ya a hand call the real estate man Now you say your wife's a little worried about the prospect of gangs My advice is go get a cat with twelve inch fangs Now get on back to that tan and leave it to the real estate man Chorus I'm your real estate man and I do nothing but good I'll clean up your neighborhood Ya, I'm your real estate man, real estate man Now sometimes people ask me, “why'd you ever become a real estate man?” Well early in my days it was strictly for the fans “Hot damn, there goes the real estate man!” Well I'll be honest with ya now and tell you the truth of the story It has something to do with an ex-wife of mine and this musician she married She left the real estate man so I came up with this plan I thought I'd put all those starving artists out on the street Then she'd come back beggin' at my feet And I'd say “who's the real man but your real estate man?” Chorus I'm your real estate man and I do nothin' but good I'll clean up your neighborhood Ya, I'm your real estate man, real estate man I'm your real estate man and I do nothin' but good I found you the perfect neighborhood Ya, I'm the real estate man, real estate man