This is not a good day to call me

Because I cannot spare some sympathy

My own feeling is mostly unclear

And when I’m talking to you I’m not here

I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for you

But I’ll be trying to help you out too

So I went downstairs for a walk

But I had no strength and I though

Yes you were the flesh and let one

And I’m the boar who had a gun

You ran into me with such force

Now all I can be is Buddy Bradly

And all of our friends have been approved by then

And all I can hear is people singing

Now two of a kind has come across my mind

Where forever more is painted on her door

His cancel is on it’s so large

When you bury the gravedigger’s son

No money can last for too long

No bunny can pay for thing song

And all of our friends have been approved by then

And all I can hear is people singing

Now two of a kind has come across my mind

Where forever more is painted on her door

Yes you were the flesh and let one

And I’m the boar who had a gun

You ran into me with such force

Now all I can be is Buddy Bradly