Sittin' in a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant
Frank was starin' at his Rose cup
He was tryin' to keep his courage up
By applyin' booze
And talk was small when they talked at all
They both knew what they wanted
There was no need to talk about it
They were old enough to scope it out
And keep it loose
Ron said, "You don't look like my type
But I guess you'll do"
Third rate bromance
Low rent rendezvous
And Ron said, "I'll even tell you that I love you
If you want me to"
Third rate bromance
Low rent rendezvous
When they left the bar
They got in Ron's car
And they drove away
He drove to the family inn
Frank didn't even have to pretend
He didn't know what for
And Ron went to the desk
And made his request
While Frank waited outside
Then he came back with the key
Frank said, "Give it to me
And I'll unlock the door"
Frank kept saying
"I've never really done this kind of thing before, have you"
Third rate bromance
Low rent rendezvous
And Ron said, "Yes I have
But only with Jamie a time or two”
Third rate bromance
Low rent rendezvous
Third rate bromance
Low rent rendezvous
Third rate bromance
Low rent rendezvous
(my apologies to The Amazing Rhythm Aces)
