I could see you watching me
From across that smoky bar
JustĀ  one look was all it took
Now we’re outside in my car
And as you move across the seat
With the radio playing low
There’s just one thing about me
You should know

Chorus:
I’m not Kenny Rogers
I just look like him
With my silver mullet, and a beard round my gullet
I keep nice and trim
It’s an honest mistake anybody might make
When the neon lights are dim
I’m not Kenny Rogers
I just look like him

I wasn’t born in Houston, Texas
My father’s name isn’t Floyd
I don’t mean to be bitchy, but Lionel Ritchie
Is someone I avoid
I know that if I didn’t tell you these things
I could have you any day
But that wouldn’t be the Men-Who-Look-Like-Kenny-Rogers Way

Chorus

I haven’t sung with Dolly or Dottie,
With Sheena or with Kim
Because I’m not Kenny Rogers
I just look like him.