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