One, two, three, four
Gary, these days, been lying in his bed made
Working on the same car, going on a decade
He scribbles on junk mail, don't draw attention
I never really noticed, but now that I mention it
There ain't a lot of boys named Gary these days
Born with a cigarette glued to their face
Fix about anything a hammer can handle
Saving all their money 'cause a Gary don't gamble
Ain't a lot of girls going by Debbie anymore
But they got the same nicotine pouring out their pores
Time leaves town, but the minute hand stays
Ain't a lot of boys named Gary these days
Gary, these days, been worried 'bout the bad news
Ain't a lot of teenagers filling up the church pews
Burning Busch Lights, don't talk to his brother
Do people even still say grace before supper?
Hey, there ain't a lot of boys named Gary these days
Born with a cigarette glued to their face
Fix about anything a hammer can handle
Saving all their money 'cause a Gary don't gamble
Ain't a lot of girls going by Debbie anymore
But they got the same nicotine pouring out their pores
Time leaves town, but the minute hand stays
Ain't a lot of boys named Gary these days
Every now and then, gets the damn thing running
Takes it out for a spin, first week in May
He believes in God, but believes in little
Black-eyed peas on the stove on New Year's Day
I had a weird suspicion with the light out on the front porch
Heart medication poured down where the drain pours
He holds his left arm while his parakeet prays
Has anybody seen much of Gary these days?
Has anybody seen much of Gary these days?
There ain't a lot of boys named Gary
Ain't a lot of boys named -
There ain't a lot of boys named Gary these days, no
There ain't a lot of boys named Gary these days
Hey
Hey
(There ain't a lot of boys)
(There ain't a lot of boys)
(There ain't a lot of boys)
(There ain't a lot of boys)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Poor Gary
