Verse 1:
You get a pen and i'll get a paper
We're gonna write ourselves a song
We'll drive the poetics crazy
I don't think the damn thing's gonna rhyme
Verse 2:
I got a friend and i think he's goofy
I guess he thinks the same about me
Guess it really takes one to know one
And you look like an old friend of mine (kind of short red headed)
Verse 3:
Out all night and acting crazy
I've been up for two whole days
Turn me over and roll me over
Wind me up for one more rhyme
Verse 4:
Well he called me friend and he called me brother
I called him back but he was gone (i didn't call him nothing)
He took my songs and he took my money
But the jokes on him he's the friend of a fool,of a fool,of a fool
Verse 5:
You get a pen and i'll get a paper
We're gonna steal ourselves a song
We'll drive the poetics crazy
The damn thing just might rhyme