two friends

there was this redhead, there was this wierd kid.

they met at trackshoes, she's into style, she was for awhile.

while he disliked booze.

so I ask you now! do you know the right of way.

one liked the other but the other wouldn't wait.

so will you go, will you go straight?

do you have the facts right or have you gone for the bait.

now he went to a bar, oh how he was alarmed.

to see this redhead to.

he wanted to impress, heck, he did his best.

oh what in the world does he do.

he goes to the counter, and orders a beer.

oh the congress will procceed.

he leaves the place. oh, I take back my congrats.

because the next day he feels rotten.

now one summer she saw him at the beach.

she was with a bunch of friends.

she laughed and they did so, what a bunch of *s* **l*s

but he just walked on through.

now he's sitting on his couch, writing a song.

a song he feels does not belong.

he feels its not done, oh no run.

he's going to sing to.

(straight from my music book)

R.M.