| Life is a book that we study | |
| Some of its leaves bring a sigh | |
| There it was written by a buddy | |
| That we must part, you and | |
| INights are long since you went away | |
| I think about you all through the day | |
| My buddy, my buddy | |
| Nobody quite so true | |
| Miss your voice, the touch of your hand | |
| Just long to know that you understand | |
| My buddy, my buddy | |
| Your buddy misses you | |
| Miss your voice, the touch of your hand | |
| Just long to know that you understand | |
| My buddy, my buddy | |
| Your buddy misses you | |
| Your buddy misses you | |
| Yes, I do |