The Goys Are Back in Town

Lyrics
One of us was born in a Destroyer One of us looks like Paul Boyer Don't let the grey hair fool ya We have no wisdom to share with ya When we hit the streets businesses close Children run away from Bert's nose We wear slacks and T-shirts People say it's Jon, Dick, Brad, and Bert Goys are back in town Dickie's still obsessed with clowns Poutney's a Canadian Watch out for the wrath of Conyers! We will rock you with an air field show We can't be bothered to learn the notes Our equipment is sure to break down We could really disappoint the crowd Bert's almost obese Dickie is a politician who avoids the press Brad talks about his feet Poutney's bass playing's weak Dickie still cannot remember our names Brad refuses to do the toxic thang (?) Jon excessively washes his hands Bert is a weak and anxious man Goys are back in town The goys are back in town The goys are back in town We're back We're back The goys are back in town The goys are back in town The goys are back in town We're back We're back
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