Beaver, beaver, beaver, beaver raised Like two sweet peas in an even sweeter pot, well That's my friend, and my friend's name's Bob Like a devil knows hell, I know Bobby well A well-enough to tell you by the city's seven smells A well-enough to tell you I need a hell of a fellow A well-enough to tell you that we know each other better than we know ourselves Like six of a feather well-locked together I know Bobby well, but I think he knows me better Beaver, beaver, beaver, beaver raised He's as close to me as a friend can be While I be standing by my buddy, he'll be standing by me I'm just another half of a two-headed freak But I need him like my heart needs to beat At this point in this friendly verse I gotta sing a little something, let's have a rehearse It's about my man, and his name is Hell Al For who my love is, old brother's sacred Take it, hunk of bad-ass slim boy, take it! Beaver, beaver, beaver, beaver raised I take his eyes and throw his body straight on course Because he's guided by the invisible force He's like a cookie screen, quite the badass, anybody's punch He's a worker's last job, he's as strong as a horse Beaver, beaver, beaver, beaver raised © BF-WATCH TV 2021