oh, fer sure,
tell me again
about the metal ballad you wrote
on the bottom of a chicken nuggets box
fifteen years ago.
imma really try
to work it into my one hit song
as a bridge or something,
i’ll sing it again tonight
we never get tired of it.
fer sure dude,
i bet what you said is true
i just never met the right man
it would be great if you watched,
i wouldn’t shine you on.
it had to be fate
that made your bro larry bring you to our gig.
when the show is over and we go wherever we go,
and you’re done watchin and i’m done sinnin,
we’ll go straight to church and get married.
i won’t forget your ballad when i’m crankin out your kids,
you best believe
i’ll be wantin fries with that.