They’ll most certainly lie for you, 
Spin tall tales at the drop of a hat, 
Man, they make ‘em sound so true,
You’d kill to have a frat like that.

Take your trip with a straight face,
Draw immense joy from your pain,
Cause a pain in every wrong place,
No misses when there’s points to gain.

Friendships made whilst still young, 
Hanging together turning days to nights,
Meaning every word of the songs they sung,
They turned into men destined for heights.

Lives got lived and careers got made,
The wheel of time continued to turn,
Decades slowly rolled into the next decade, 
Conversations changed from heartbreaks to heartburn.

Time reset to where they’d hit pause,
Fifty something and they met again, 
Everything back to the way it was,
Those three nights at Friendship Lane!