Suburban Bromance
Words by Douglas Heyes Jr.

SUBURBAN BROMANCE

He was tending bar at the local pool hall
I came in for a hustle on a little 9-ball
I met him at my car, and we took it to the wall
Little did I know that I was headin’ for a fall
It's a 2nd rate, redneck Suburban Bromance
3rd date, train wreck, cuz we're both wearing pants
Beachfront real estate, come on buddy don't be late
I'm buckin’ like a saddle Bronc, a-waitin’ at the gate

Got a ‘69 Cobra with a 428
4-wheel Positraction
Leave ‘em standin’ at the gate
Pedal to the metal, when I’m in the mood
When it's time to settle with some crosstown dude
Put your money on the table
Come on and take another chance
You can bet your bottom dollar
On Suburban Bromance

When we go out drinkin’
We like to make a lot of noise
I know what you're thinking
We are 2 good-lookin’ boys
We're looking like a million
At the country club cotillion
Come on and give us half a chance
At Suburban Bromance

Don't be shakin’ fingers
At what you can't understand
Ain't no kind of thing now
For a Man to love a Man
Get your mind out of the gutter
Time to listen to your Mother
You're invited to the dance
Of Suburban Bromance
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