Buddy
Forgive when not forgotten
This could be my last day
And in case I don't see you
I'm coming back in May
Moving on, did my time
Feeling fine, feeling fine
Keep talking, walking pretty
Remember what I say
I'm getting hard in the van
On our way to the bay
I got a pint in my hand and words to make you stay
A pocket full of rubber and my hand on your face
Moving on, did my time
Feeling fine, feeling fine
Goodbye Buddy
Goodbye Buddy
Autor(es): The Orwells
