You're Still Picking The Same Sore

I have known you both now it seems for so long

I can't get you together so I've written you a song

Take it as you please with a frown or with a smile

Or think about it for a while

You're still fighting an old, old war

You just keep on picking the same sore

First I hear one story like it's the cold hard facts

Then I hear the other say 'No, it was never like that'

One day I'm a doctor, the next day I'm a guide

And you 'both want me to take sides

You're still fighting a cold, cold war

And you just keep on picking the same sore

No matter what I do I know that I can't win

He says 'What'd she say?' then she says 'What'd you hear from him?'

And neither one of you will ever take the blame

You both should be ashamed

When you first met you were just like kids in a candy store

Now you both keep picking the same sore

I think I'll get together all your friends and me

And we'll buy a boat and send you off to sea

And you can sail that ship to a far off distant shore

And keep on fighting evermore

And there'll be no one there for you to bore

And you can both keep picking the same sore