Buddy Songtext
von The Orwells

Forgiven, not forgotten
This could be my last day
And in case I don′t see ya
I'm comin′ back in May

Movin' on, did my time
Feelin' fine, feelin′ fine


Keep talking, walking pretty
Remember what I say
I′m gettin' hard in the van
On our way to the bay

I got a pint in my hand
And words to make you stay
A pocket full of rubber
And my hand on your face

Movin′ on, did my time
Feelin' fine, feelin′ fine

Goodbye Buddy
Goodbye Buddy