poor little boy
with a Fonzarelli coat
loaned me his treasure
loaned me his treasure
wore it in a show
next we were both
boy scouts
mastered by a queer
met him ten years
later we killed
a few beers
he had a little
darlin she had
great rack
but i never
put it in her
couldnt take it back
rather drink all day
and shoot all night
rather write my little stories
than have this fight