My brothers! Hear my oath of love to thee!
I would my heart be known to all the world,
That I do love my bros who drink with me,
And, on the rare occasion, with me hurl.
Let us in our pursuits of women win,
So that the finest bitches we might lay,
And if some bro from distant lands step in,
May then we all berate and call him “Gay.”
For we are brothers! Let this song be heard
Until our broish love is world renowned
May he that drinks not much be called a turd,
And he that drinks the most, forever crowned.
And if a man says “Gay, this love must be!”
“No homo,” unto him I say with glee.