Everybody's doppelgänger's in Seattle

In Seattle we visit an Irish pub called Kell's where we drink Guinness Stout and eat some of the best corn-beef-and-cabbage we've had in a long time. A couple who in and sits at the bar table next to us -- from a certain angle-- look exactly like Joel and Melissa, my brother and sister-in-law. On the street the next morning, looking for some coffee for Montana and some bagels for both of us, I see a guy that looks just like our friend Gregg. Since we've already seen (at Hearst Castle) a ringer for a slightly younger Junior and (everywhere) people that look like John, I write these lyrics by the time I return to our hotel room:

Everybody's doppelgänger’s in Seattle.
A scary Earth Mark 2 where we battle
Our psyche evil twins without a soul:
Bizarro Gregg, Bizarro Junior, and Bizarro Joel,
(And 10,000 scary guys look just like John)

Admittedly, Hearst Castle's not in Seattle, but that's not the point.