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"Mr. Thornberry?" "Yes, Oz?" "Wouldn't happen to have any paper towels, would you?" "Why?" You see him at the movies You see him at the beach You see him at the market reading lemon scented bleach Some people call him Curly Some others call him Norm He looks as though his face has ridden out a brutal storm He's the man with the pushed in face He's the man with the pushed in face Swabbing at the pyramids or at the Taj Mahal Or dining at the Food Court in the Rio Grande mall My sister finds him handsome in a Kojak sort of way He's sleepy and he's haggard like the chick in "Maggie May" He's the man with the pushed in face He's the man with the pushed in face So if you don't believe him, the man of which I speak Return the stuff you've stolen and confess you've sneaked a peak But don't you stare right at him or else you will become The sort of pushed in face man your mother warned you of He's the man with the pushed in face He's the man with the pushed in face