As we approach the final schtick,
Our fading youth burns up with our stick.
And as the embers flare I turn to you and you're still there.
Maury (Zach), you're a friend.
Love is a bottle that does not float,
And we're that princess surrounded by that moat.
The only way across is fight the beast lest love be lost.
Maury (Zach), you can do it.
So as we approach the final schtick
Our fading youth burns up with our stick.
We may not meet again, like boys play games, like games with men.
Maury (Zach), I'll see you then.
(Maury Loeb - co-author)
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Copyright 1994 Zach London