Robbie and Bobby and Buster and Glen
climbed in the car at a quarter to ten
hoping to find something better to do
than hold down the trailer with softcore and brew
Robbie was driving and Bobby felt great
blown as the speakers in that Z-28
Buster and Glen shared a bottle of Jack
they passed back and forth sitting crammed in the back
Their mom was a mess and they moved quite a bit
living on welfare and gravel and spit;
three different daddies between the four brothers
countin’ on nothing aside from each other
Robbie and Bobby and Buster and Glen
found a good party and piled on in;
Robbie and Bobby sat down by the bong
and Buster kept both of those kegs going strong
while Glen took a walk ‘round the block with a girl
smearin’ her lipstick and mussin’ her curls
who never did mention that she had a beau
not that it mattered, but how would he know
that fool and his friends would be waiting inside
with heads full of liquor and fistfuls of pride -
words were exchanged and then somebody swung
and the whole goddamn party went mad and unstrung
Robbie and Bobby and Buster and Glen
sent that fool through a plate window and then
Robbie and Bobby knocked two down the stairs
and Buster used someone to bust up a chair
while Glen went outside, took a look at the lawn
and knew it was time for the four to get gone;
the guy had a pretty good bleed from his neck,
the girl was sobbing, the house was a wreck
The cops finally showed but a little too late
to do more than look for a Z-28,
no one had names and no one really knew,
it happened so fast that they couldn’t say who
and Robbie and Bobby and Buster and Glen
packed up and took off and weren’t heard from again;
countin’ on nothing aside from each other,
and that’s why I grew up without my big brothers.
