Вершы: Wheatus. Drummer Boy.

Hey fairweather friend; You know you're rippin me down again; And i dont care what you say; I can tell when we play; That you don't believe in me; So this is how it'll end; Like it was all just a waste of time; Now i got no where to go; I think ill call up my bro; I do believe he can save my hide; I've had enough of your alibis

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Hey drummer boy; Do you remember the beat; That we played in the street; In the faded summer time; Hey keep me hanging on; Now i got no where to go; I think ill call up my bro; I do believe he can save my hide; What you think fairweather friend?

Hey mystery man; Aint you the guy with the master plan; Ill watch you sit on that fence; Just like your fuckin' parents; They never did like me anyway; And no i wont be your ass; While you go look for some greener grass; No i cant be the fool; Who watch you push in your stool; And stick around just in case you fell; Go find some other bitch to nail

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