[Title] 'The Mustached Man' [Verse 1] Beneath the awning's shade, a man with mustache stands, Whiskers twirled with tales, his eyes on distant lands. A store before him waits, with secrets locked away, Yet in his heart, a story, he's here to play. [Chorus] Oh, the mustached man, with dreams so vast and wide, His soul a canvas, painted with the sun's own light. He's the keeper of the tales, the silent guardian, As the world goes by, he's the one who's seen it all. [Verse 2] His hands, they tell of work, his voice, a gentle hum, A melody of life, in every word he's come. With every passerby, a nod and a kind word, He's the thread that binds the tapestry of the neighborhood. [Chorus] Oh, the mustached man, with wisdom in his gaze, A beacon in the crowd, in every which way. His presence is a comfort, in the heart of every soul, A testament to time, a story yet to be told. [Bridge] As the sun dips low, and shadows cast their net, He stays, with tales untold, his silhouette set. A sentinel of stories, in the twilight's glow, A man with mustache, as the day turns to show. [Chorus] Oh, the mustached man, his legend grows and grows, A figure in the dusk, as the stars start to compose. His silhouette against the night, a sight to behold, A keeper of the past, a guardian of the old. [Outro] As the world turns 'round, and the night takes its hold, His mustache and his tales, forever to be told. [End]