My buddy valentine

Ham-fist man
with the crushed can hand
are you bleeding man?
Did you see which way he ran
Jumped right in the back of my tan Ford van

And you hang out
You hang out with your friends again
On the crushed can cigarette couch
The worn out couch with the holes in it

Where did you go?
The preacher preached pretty
on the way to the city now you're alone
smoking a Kool on the side of the road
You blow an "O" and a little bit out your nose
you know these aren't the only smoke tricks I know
I got twenty I got plenty we're giving shows

At the hang out
When you hang out with your friends again
On the crushed can cigarette couch
The worn out couch with the holes in it