Two, three, four

Gary, these days, been lying in his bed made

Working on the same car, going on a decade

He scribbles on junk mail, don't draw attention

I never really noticed, but now that I mention it

There ain't a lot of boys named Gary these days

Born with a cigarette glued to their face

Fix about anything a hammer can handle

Saving all their money 'cause a Gary don't gamble

Ain't a lot of girls going by Debbie anymore

But they got the same nicotine pouring out their pores

Time leaves town, but the minute hand stays

Ain't a lot of boys named Gary these days

Gary, these days, been worried 'bout the bad news

Ain't a lot of teenagers filling up the church pews

Burning Busch Lights, don't talk to his brother

Do people even still say grace before supper?

Hey, there ain't a lot of boys named Gary these days

Born with a cigarette glued to their face

Fix about anything a hammer can handle

Saving all their money 'cause a Gary don't gamble

Ain't a lot of girls going by Debbie anymore

But they got the same nicotine pouring out their pores

Time leaves town, but the minute hand stays

Ain't a lot of boys named Gary these days

Every now and then, gets the damn thing running

Takes it out for a spin, first week in May

He believes in God, but believes in little

Black-eyed peas on the stove on New Year's Day

I had a weird suspicion with the light out on the front porch

Heart medication poured down where the drain pours

He holds his left arm while his parakeet prays

Has anybody seen much of Gary these days?

Has anybody seen much of Gary these days?

There ain't a lot of boys named Gary

Ain't a lot of boys named

There ain't a lot of boys named Gary these days, no

There ain't a lot of boys named Gary these days

Hey

Hey

There ain't a lot of boys

There ain't a lot of boys

There ain't a lot of boys

There ain't a lot of boys

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Poor Gary