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"BUDDY!"
 "Sorry Buddy"
 "Save me some Buddy!"
 "Buddy I said I was sorry!"
 "That's ok Buddy"
 
 [Two more guys enter]
 "Hey Dude!"
 "Hey Buddy
Santa baby, slip a Rolex under the tree
For me
I've been an awful good guy
Santa buddy, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa buddy, a sixty five
"I wanna score goals"
The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role
The fast guys get paid, they shoot, they score
Protect them, Buddy, that's what
Your big nose in my business
That's Nosey Joe, the nosiest guy I know

Old Nosey finally lost his life
Messin' with my buddy's wife
My buddy caught
There was a showdown at high noon reputations on the line
It was the good guys and the bad guys I was eight and he was nine
And I forgot to keep my
I saw her Sunday
Down by the breakers
She drove right by me
I was stunned to realize
That she was riding with
That dime-a-dozen guy
First
mess with a guy like me
'Cause guys like me drink too many beers on Friday after work
Our best blue jeans have Skoal rings
We wear our boots to church
So
I wouldn't outrun them blue lights

And I remember when granddad died
I had my boys right by side
Saying, "It's alright, he had a hell of a life"
And I'll know it's time to leave

With my drinkin' buddy
She's got tight blue jeans, uh huh,
Long blond hair
And she's a cowboy's dream

She can knock
buddy from the start
You think I'm cute, a little bit shy
Mama, I ain't that kind of guy

Doctor Doctor, gimme the news I got a
Bad case of lovin' you
No
blue

And that's why (and that's why)

We-ooh, I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore
I don't care what they say about us
blue

And that's why (And that's why)

We-ooh, I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore
I don't care what they say about us
smoke

I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Sipping on forties on a Saturday night
Buzzing through
blue Monday call
You know I don't feel like it this morning boss, you know I don't feel like a thing at all

Just a little Buddy Guy

Oh, I could
blue Monday call
You know I don't feel like it this morning boss, you know I don't feel like a thing at all

Just a little Buddy Guy

Oh, I could
make no pretty heart
I learned that buddy, from the start
You think I'm cute, a little bit shy
Momma, I ain't that kind of guy

[Chorus]

Wooah
ain't no phony
	Yeah, we're no baloney homosapiens

	We're black and white
	You're green and blue
	Well, we're all right, so are you... I think
	My
And the teardrops they were blinding his big blue eyes,
"You're too late, sir my doggie's dead and no help can save him now
But I'll meet my precious Buddy up in
need a buddy 
I don't need nobody, now 

Ain't exactly my idea 
Its sort of old, borrowed and blue 
Just tryin' to say 
Don't try that straight
They done showed up to squoosh my head, but I was saved by this guy they
call
Well they call him Mojo's dad cause he's a screaming lunatic
Librarian
door is sunnin' in the nude
I got those mean old subdivision blues
But I bought my house because it was located near a school
Now a bus comes by
me, baby
She said Buddy Guy you are the best

I want to get high this mornin' 
Just to sho' is my name
I want to get high this mornin', Mick
Just
over by the jukebox
Like she's something to sell
I said, baby what's the going price?
She told me to go to hell

Shot down in flames
Shot down in flames
doesn't matter what skin you're in
Big yellow taxi cab passed me by
Stopped on the next corner to pick up a white guy
The color of you, the color of me
You
He said women were made to love, money is made to spend
Life is something buddy , you will never live again
Oh I've got to admit it, Joe sure knows