Damn Good Mates

When you're driving back, calm down, route 56

You almost hit a 'roo and you end up in a ditch

You can't pull forward and you can't back out

You're sitting there thinking, what you gonna do now?

You'd be a little nervous if a cop showed up

'Cause you drank a little maybe, just a little too much

Waiting on a tow truck takes too long

It's 2 in the morning, who you gonna call?

Mates, damn good mates

Half an hour later, they're pulling you out

You know the ones I'm talking about

Mates, damn good mates

You can count 'em all on one of your hands

Got a hundred friends and a couple of damn good mates

So, you're all shooting pool on a Saturday night

This little brunette keeps giving you the eye

So you buy her a drink and before too long

You're out on the floor in the middle of a song

Well, about that time a wreck shows up

He's tearing you down, getting all bowed up

He's a big, old jacked up SOB

That's alright, he's about to meet your

Mates, damn good mates

A few seconds later, he's starting to see

It ain't one-on-one, it's one-on-three

Mates, damn good mates

They'd do it for you 'cause you'd do it for them

You've got a hundred friends and a couple of damn good mates

There even when you don't see 'em as much

'Cause you moved away, oh, you fell in love

But they're wearing the tux when you're saying your vows

And if you crash and burn, you can crash on the couch

Mates, damn good mates

They'll love you like a brother, there ain't no doubt

You know the ones I'm talking about

Mates, damn good mates

You can count 'em all on one of your hands

Got a hundred friends and a couple of damn good mates

Oh, damn good mates