Fine Old Friends

Don’t have conversations
They’re just like two running stags
With their anecdotes and antlers
Going crash, crash, crash
They’re paranoid and jealous
Can’t look each other in the eye
They’re nervous and suspicious
But they try, try, try
To get along
'Cause they’re good friends
They get along
'Cause they’re fine old friends
They’re locked in horns of battle
To the supremacy of their art
They’re equally pathetic
They’re equally smart
They go on like two generals
Like two titans of the field
But they’re just two skinny tourists
Pretending to be real
They get along
'Cause they’re good friends
They get along
'Cause they’re fine old friends
They get along
'Cause they’re good friends
They get along
'Cause they’re fine old friends