Don't have conversations They're just like two running stags With their anecdotes and antlers Going crash, crash, crash They're paranoid and jealous Can't look each other in the eye They're nervous and suspicious But they try, try, try [Chorus] To get along 'Cause they're good friends They get along 'Cause they're fine old friends They're locked in horns of battle To the supremacy of their art They're equally pathetic They're equally smart They go on like two generals Like two titans of the field But they're just two skinny tourists Pretending to be real They get along 'Cause they're good friends They get along 'Cause they're fine old friends They get along 'Cause they're good friends They get along 'Cause they're fine old friends