I've got a timber frame I've got a flabby rubber sole And a vapid smile that hangs Atop this twisted wooden pole I'll be your proxy spine I'll be the scaffold of your pride And when your ego pines I'll be the kickstand at your side With three cheers, lies and free beer
Hail the god that's everybody's crutch I was her shoulder bolster Last year's invaluable new friend Now she's been reupholstered Last year's disposable old trend With three cheers, lies and free beer Hail the god that's everybody's crutch