As my lifeline runs through my fingers
And it snags on knots time to time
Just talkin’ to you, helps them slip through
A buddy like you’s hard to find.
Cho: Buddies like you never need to be told
What buddies like me need to say
Life has a flare when you’re standing there
And it’s hollow when you’re away.
Remember that night I was ready to die?
We shared your last Cuban cigar
I laid down in the highway, ... but no one drove by,
So you went to borrow a car!
Chorus
I helped you etch all them lines in your face
And you helped me grow these grey hairs
If I make you sore, ... hell! What’re friends for?!
We’re buddies cause I know you care!
I like you better than corn-on-the-cob
More than the air that I breathe
You’re a mug of cold beer,
You’re a laugh, you’re a tear,
Buddy, you’re a god-damned relief!!
Cho: Buddies like you never need to be told
What buddies like me need to say
Life has a flare, when you’re standing there
And it’s hollow and empty, ... when you’re away.
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1978, Moose School Music (BMI)
On Uniforms, Songs On Sex & Sexuality and Pie In The Sky– www.peteralsop.com