Ranging the building and firing nails into the wall
The carpenter commentated on this and that
And his cronies nod and scratch their balls
At his high-minded chewing of the fat
..
Nail guns wielding and the tar paper rolling
Too busied with lectures to fully mind their craft
A fury begins to form and their minds begin patrolling
Ideas and notions of rump and shaft
..
The day heat forms beads of testosterone sweat
And the overalls become too heavy to wear
Just like the day they at the bar when they met