Something Different

Bunby
by Bevie James

Bunby was a dirty little pecker from way back when
He stole Virginia Glaous from me when he said he was my friend
He borrowed my car, saying he needed to go for a ride
But he never said Virginia was with him – so he lied
And when Virginia left our school quietly one day
Bunby smirked and strutted without a word to say
That was back in the sixties, when we knew not which way was which
Now Bunby’s stuck in prison – and he’s someone else’s bitch
Way to go, Bunby
You jackass