James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
[Verse 1]
Buddy that's ahead of me his driving’s kind of lame
He speeds up every time I get into the passing lane
Maybe he's afraid he'll be left behind
If someone gets ahead of him, that’s tantamount to crime
He might pass for aggressive if he ever got the nerve
But he's a hero on the straightaway
A chicken on the curve
[Verse 2]
Buddy on the airwaves well he's got a problem too
You have to lick his boots before he'll ever talk to you
He panders to your bogeyman he's good at scratching scabs
He knows when something's good for you he knows when it is bad
It seems his lot in life is to whimper and to scoff
But he's a peabrain when the mic is on
A loud mouth when its off
[Instrumental]
[Verse 3]
Buddy on the campaign like a parrot on parade
Always reads the script so he knows what he can say
Yeah they give him handy little buzzwords such as "family" and "crime"
He knows the trough is waiting if he toes the party line
If he had a scruple it would knock him off his stride
He's a preacher on your doorstep
A thief when he’s inside
[Instrumental Outro]