Buddy Bradley

Buddy Bradley - Adam Green

Written by：Adam Green

This is not a good day to call me

Because I cannot spare some sympathy

My own feeling is mostly unclear

And when I'm talking to you I'm not here

I don't think I'll ever be ready for you

But I'll be trying to help you out too

So I went downstairs for a walk

But I had no strength did not talk

Yes you are the flatulent one

And I am the bore who has a gun

You ran into me with such force

Now all I can be is Buddy Bradley

And all of her friends have been approved

By them and all I can hear is people singing

Now two of a kind has come across my mind

Where forever more is painted on her door

Just cancel the sunday salon

And bury the gravedigger's son

No money could last for too long

Nobody could pay for this song

And all of her friends have been approved

By them and all I can hear is people singing

Now two of a kind has come across my mind

Where forever more is painted on her door

Yes you are the flatulent one

And I am the bore who has a gun

You ran into me with such force

Now all I can be is Buddy Bradley