Lyrics: Roland

My best friend's a butcher,
he has sixteen knives
He carries them all over the town,
at least he tries,
Oh look it stopped snowing
My best friend's from Poland,
and, um, he has a beard
But they caught him with his case,
in that public place
That is what we had feared

He severed segments
and seceretly you like that
He always took the time to speak with me,
I liked him for that
He severed segments
and seceretly you like that
He always took the time,
he always took the time

My best friend's a butcher,
he has sixteen knives
He carries them all over the town,
at least he tries,
Oh look it stopped snowing
My best friend's from Poland,
and, um, he has a beard
But they caught him with his case,
in that public place
That is what we had feared

He severed segments
and seceretly you like that
He always took the time to speak with me,
I liked him for that
He severed segments
and seceretly you like that
He was growing on me,
he was growing on me