There was no real joy, just a drunken misperception
Stories were bought and sold with a cheap shot and a beer chaser
Normally, the two men would clash
But on this particular night, from nine p.m. untill quarter past last call
They bonded like a triple decker ice cream cone and a five year olds face on a dog day of summer- that winter night
And by almighty god I swear they actually had the answers to some of the worlds most perplexing problems, and convincingly so - they even recieved the bartenders attention - on and off
In no time at all they became as close as sibling brothers
All of that and they still had time to talk about cars, fishing and identify some poor bastards and some good looking bitches