My Friend Chuck

You look like a hippie so cut your fucking hair I know that you're not like that, but other people stare They don't know you like I do, but you know what Kurt You're alright with me You should pick up boxing, I teach it every day Behind the police station, I have a little place I could have gone pro, back before the war, Kurt You're alright with me That Obama's a closet Muslim, I don't trust him one bit He's not American, not like you Kurt You're alright with me I fought in Vietnam, back when men were men Kids need a little tough loving Kurt, yeah You're alright with me I love my wife so much, but she's a little uptight I don't want to lose her though, that's why I drink at night I talked your ear off, thanks for listening Kurt, yeah You're alright with me