My bummer friend, comes strollin’ in, right across the bar
He lingers there, with vacant stare, well below par
My girl and I, we try to hide, but he finds us in the end
Two sweethearts, and my bummer friend

Like paint that dries, that long, long night, creeps by so slow
His stories old, are again retold, each tale of woe
Our spirits sink, he bums a drink, “I lost my job again”
Our good time shot by my bummer friend

My stoner friend, and my horny friend – I can abide
They celebrate, won’t agitate, like his somber sighs
He brings us down, we soon wear frowns, all our joy is spent
I just can’t stand, my bummer friend