they're sayin' just ain't true, no, no Oh, oh, oh, baby, I guess you've got your hooks in me And I, oh, oh, I'm caught like a fish, ya And, baby, I just
hella gold, ???, servin ya friend's dough Friends are friends then or friends come good friends A helpin hand in understandin, wants to invite you in Man's your best friend
become Good friends because Although they're hairy And sometimes scary They have such soft And furry paws If I make friends with A friendly monster I'd be the best that a friend
am becalmed in virtue Lost to nothing on a bay of dreams Warm weather and a holocaust The tears of God flow as I bleed Left to die by two good friends
to die by two good friends Abandoned me and put to sleep Left to die by two good friends Tears of God flow as I bleed So ladies fish and gentlemen Here
BOB Bob goes to church every Sunday every Sunday that the fish ain't bitin' Bob never have to have dinner with the Preacher cos' Bob never bothered
was all that I could do Got them hillbilly blues People here won't say good morning, they won't even take the time I guess I know just how it feels
Well just pass me a cold one buddy it's that time again. That neon sign says open and I'm here with all my friends. So just keep them taps a flowing the
m dead See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads, bar-b-q, baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread, we like to fish and hunt, aint scared of a fight, love the Good
dead See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads, bar-b-q, baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread, we like to fish and hunt, aint scared of a fight, love the Good
on the good times Turnin' off of real life drive and that's right We hittin' easy street on mud tires See I sit back, think about them good old days
dark Load the boat in, call my friends Make the first left when the black top ends Ease on back about a mile or two Then you can see just what were
appreciate the kind straight-forward manner in which you told him your decision unless he's a real jerk or a cry-baby you'll remain friends i'm head
be afraid, babe Come on down I'm just sittin' here And thinkin' aloud Now look there just below the water See the savior of the human race With the fishes
to just cry, I wonder why it didn't work out There'll be time to fish fry for letters by yours, yours truly Yours truly Someone in my dictionary's up to no good
dine in bed on Apple Brown Betty One, two, three! But these pretty kitties, they're great circulators! They know a pretty fish, and they're friends
Good. Ernie: Things I really like to remember, Bert. (sung) Ernie: Things that I remember Times that never end Favorite things inside my head Special friend to friend