Verse 1:
      E
 	 You get a pen and i'll get a paper
                                       B
 	 We're gonna write ourselves a song

 	 We'll drive the poetics crazy
                                               E
 	 I don't think the damn thing's gonna rhyme


Verse 2:
      E 
 	 I got a friend and i think he's goofy
                                        B
 	 I guess he thinks the same about me
   
 	 Guess it really takes one to know one
                                            E
 	 And you look like an old friend of mine (kind of short red headed)


Verse 3:
      E
 	 Out all night and acting crazy
                                  B  
 	 I've been up for two whole days

 	 Turn me over and roll me over
                                  E 
 	 Wind me up for one more rhyme


Verse 4:
      E
 	 Well he called me friend and he called me brother
                                      B
 	 I called him back but he was gone (i didn't call him nothing)

 	 He took my songs and he took my money
                                                   E     
 	 But the jokes on him he's the friend of a fool,of a fool,of a fool


Verse 5:
      E
 	 You get a pen and i'll get a paper
                                       B
 	 We're gonna steal ourselves a song

 	 We'll drive the poetics crazy
                                    E 
 	 The damn thing just might rhyme