3. 2, 3, 1

I was brought up a simple boy
My home life was filled with joy
It took two years to finally find the right girl, the one for me
And now all she wants is to be free

Two years comin to an end
Only to start back all over again

There’s six friends sittin on a curb
For one last long night they’ll be together
In the morn each will wake,
gather up their things and go their separate ways

Two by train, three by car, and one by plane

Four years comin to an end
Only to start back all over again