Two boys born the twenty-third of May Brought up in that good old-fashioned way Two boys one of them excelled at ball The other never played at all, two boys
Mamma loved them both the same Papa gave them both his name Nobody could quite explain just why
Two boys growing up in separate beds Different music in their heads Two boys
Two boys Two boys
Mamma loved them both the same Papa gave them both his name Nobody could quite explain just why
Two boys growing up and leaving home Each an island on his own Today one's a man who'll never cry Never has a reason why the other lets the girls go by
And they never let their feelings show Afraid to let the other know Two boys
