Lyrics

Starin’ down the barrel of an empty soldier
Empty bar, TV drones, local news
His boy blue slouches at the next stool over
Sully checks his watch, looks down at his shoes, and he said,

“Son, one time I was just like you
Now that I’m older, Budweiser can help me to, share a little piece of advice with you”

You gotta’ talk to the Ossifer.
Tell him what you know.
When he slaps on the cuffs
You better move right along, Buddy
They always called me Buddy
But I wanna’ be your pal - for now

Buddy learns his lessons from other sources
Most time spent with a cheap sensation
Smirks at the prospect of his Daddy’s courses
Don’t expect too much from a casual relation

Sully leaves a trophy at most every station
Hollow eyes follow him around each town
Soldiers of the new Lost Generation
Check your local listings, they’ll be comin’ around

‘Cause when Sully was born, he was in the same boat
Now it’s his turn, to keep it afloat
But the chances of that, seem a bit remote

You got to talk to the Ossifer
Don’t tell him where to go
When you get in the car, make sure you put your head down, Buddy
They always call you Buddy

You got to talk to the Ossifer
Tell him what you know
When the going gets tough, you got to use your best stuff now Buddy
You always were my Buddy
When your momma was young, man the feelin’ was strong my Buddy
I tried to be your buddy
Well you better be strong, cause I got to move on now Buddy
It’s good to see my buddy

Copyright 2007 Jerry Velona – all rights reserved
Christopher Robin Music BMI