Lovely Nobodies

Frank's a good man! If you know what I mean He only lights his cigarette When he's off the property And Marcie's so kind But she never found her way She always wakes up Thinking today is the day Everybody sits down at the bar John's on the keys And Sam's playing guitar A bunch of "who?"'s Drinking beer from the tree A bunch of lovely nobodies Thomas always loved his 12th grade teacher mrs. C He went so far as to write it down in his yellow diary A million stories one day he'd impart A million little things that he wrote from the heart Everybody sits down at the bar John's on the keys And Sam's playing guitar A bunch of "who?"'s Drinking beer from the tree A bunch of lovely nobodies