my friends and me are kind'a dopey
not all that pretty neither.
we don't notice much around us
'cept when someone gets a brand new car
or stupid hat
stuff like that

we do the same sort 'a things
decade to decade
ball games, barbies, cards
shootin' the breeze
raggin' on each other
sometimes a little rough
but always friendly intended

we cuss and swear
tell dirty jokes
no one seems to mind,
it's funny when our ol' ladies
try outdoin' us,
and they do half the time

we call ourselves by regular names.
Pete, Joe,
a couple 'a Jacks,
Juan, and Lamont are some.
street bangin' names don't fly 'round here,
'cept for Barney, "the fifer man"
he don't mind
him being from Mount Airy and all

I could talk 'bout kids and grandbabies,
moms and pops and all our good 'ol dogs,
but this here write is just about the guys
my home boys
my buddies
my friends

so, there you have it
a glimpse inside my world
ain't nothin fancy 'bout it, but hey,
over the years
me and the guys
have cooked us up some
mighty good times

can you say the same