"A Tribute To Adam Couch"
He wanted to play in a punk band,
It was a Friday night and I shook his hand,
With A Clockwork Orange and a guitar,
That was the year we showed who we are,
American flag Converse and I cut his hair,
Saw The Janitors and watched Josh Fair,
Got his license, mockumentaries, had his heart broken,
Dead Kennedies t-shirts, good words were spoken,
Adam Couch grew up and he kept his class,
Cigars only, Bob Dylan, maybe a little sass,
A hint of mystery and danger,
The streets say don't bring his anger,
7-11 is the place for The Family,
Singing "Come On Eileen" you see,
It's been four years now, we've had no strife,
The kind of years that change your life,
No one can talk with me like Adam can,
He is pure genius and he is now a man,
Yes, Adam is a man now and he grew up,
With a tear in my eye and a thumbs up,
I thank Adam Couch for being my friend,
The kind of friend who stands until the end,
Once again in the Wall Street Pizza parking lot,
The kind of memories that can never be bought.