You're gonna like it, you're gonna like it, just do as you're told.
Yeah he's my friend, and he's got a story
We've all been pushed and primped and punched
He loves her, until her diamonds turn back to coal.
You know what it'll get you? It's the smell of the sweat
We've rocked and we've rolled
Every year at this time I send him a card of silver and gold
And I sign it the same without signing my name