Cool

You're as cool as a parrot who has to wear my fashion. With just your leather jacket to only share our passion. With hair that's long and plenty for making women jealous. With neither of us sharing Our women become zealous. Our cars as fast as decals, parked evenly in the lot. Their windows dark and tinting a view for which we've fought. In jeans as tight as skinny we share a sexy side. With neither of us breathing. Our lungs collapsed with pride. To smoking in a group now while blowing to our side. And sharing what comes out of a cancer for the ride. Now crippled up in homes now The years been kind to cool. We're brothers in a sense now. Decrepit and a fool.