Watch My Buddies Rut
On a sleazy afternoon
In a nondescript neighborhood
In a boring little town
Where nobody never turns out no good
So watch
My buddies rut
Watch
My buddies rut
In men in a bar
Where the unemployed workers drink
Where they bruce away their days
Cause they found out this life really stinks
So watch
My buddies rut
Watch
My buddies rut
On a sleazy afternoon
I'm sitting on an easy chair in the corner of the room
Smoke hanging in the air
I see four naked bodies on a bed
Moving to that primitive beat
It's my two buddies and their women friend
A requiem for lovers in heat
The sun filters through the smoke
Sweaty bodies glisten
Legs and arms intertwined
In a trance I watch and listen
The bed groans from the weight
The players moan of pleasure
The sheets speak of love as the crest
So watch my buddies rut
Yeah
On a sleazy afternoon
In a nondescript neighborhood
In a boring little town
Where nobody never turns out no good
So watch
My buddies rut
Watch
My buddies rut
Watch them rut
Watch them
Watch them rut
Watch them
Watch them rut
Watch them
Watch them rut
Watch them rut
Writer/s: BMI, 100%, James Michael Vallee