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

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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

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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?”

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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