Any time of the year I'd walk a country mile A pint and a bag in my pocket Characterized my style I was wasted not strong as I am now so wasted not strong As I am now Always the beautiful son Always a pack of my friends Always the worry and trouble For that sweet buzz that always ends When you are wasted not strong as I am now So wasted not strong as I am now Forty feet up in this pine tree In a fortress made of scrap wood Marvel comics, playboys, bongs Make a 10 year 12 year 16 year old boy feel good Then there came that day When my tree house finally fell I said good-bye to my friends in the woods All those brothers that would never tell We were so wasted not strong as we are now Oh we were so wasted so wasted so wasted