Lyrics by Robert Braathe – seeking music and a vocalist

How do you know a man who ain’t worth the buy
He walks around with a thorn in his eye
Don’t count on him to take you very high
All he wants to do is wait around and cry

Weak streak guy, weak streak guy
Got an Adam’s apple but he ain’t got fly
There ain’t a pair of sneakers that he ain’t gonna buy
He wimps around town – he’s a weak streak guy

Perfect teeth, perfect lie
Even lonely girls won’t give him a try
He wanders around always moping and asking why
Send him home early, he’s a weak streak guy

Weak streak guy, weak streak guy
Won’t drink a scotch but he loves a soy chai
Trust your guts shoo him off like a fly
He wimps around town – he’s a weak streak guy

Bridge:
When you want him to go, he won’t bend
He’ll linger around until way after ten
Wish him good luck and shout amen
he’ll always be one of them

Weak streak guy
Weak streak guy
He wimps around town cuz he ain’t got fly
He may have premonitions but he ain’t a real guy
Send him home early he’s the weak streak guy.

Weak streak guy
Weak streak guy
There ain’t a pair of shoes that he ain’t gonna buy
He wanders around moping and asking why
He wimps around town he’s the weak streak guy