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