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