Three old boys, still gettin it right Talkin’ every Wednesday ni

Three old boys, still gettin it right Talkin’ every Wednesday night, Ain’t slowin’ down, won't dim the light, Just hangin in, fightin the f***t Ol Ken’s a rock, he's got your back, Chuck’s got brains, he knows his facts. Bob’s still writin’, crackin’ wise, Talkin smack with both those guys. Ain’t sittin’ talkin’ ‘bout the past, Lotta life left, but life moves fast. Sports and songs, and what’s goin’ down, No rockin’ chairs in this old town. Back in the day, we raised some hell, But we ain’t just stories we used to tell. Oh no, not us, cause; We’re livin’ now, still makin' bets, Ain’t no time to count regrets. Ken’s the man, heart of gold, Chuck’s got answers to things untold. Bob’s still laughin’, keepin’ us young, Three old fools still havin’ fun. And we sure ain't talkin’ bout the past, Lotta life left, but life moves fast. Sports and songs, and what’s goin’ down, No rockin’ chairs in this old town. One day the calls may come to an end, Wednesday nights with fewer friends Raise a glass, tell a joke, Playin cards till someone's broke. So here’s to livin’, here’s to now, Still ridin’ high, won’t bend, won't bow. Three old guys down any road, Three best friends, never gets old.