Hey Lukas   Are we going to Hudson’s Bay   Are we ever going to make it that way   Do you still want to drive      Are we getting much too old   For Gordon’s gold   And going nowhere   Just to share the ride      Hey Lukas   Remember senior year   Pour house Saint Pauli beer   Just getting by   You made the hard times fun   For everyone   You always laughed   When anybody else would cry      La, la, la, la      Hey Lukas   My oldest childhood friend   Don’t leave me in the end   Let the first be me   ‘cause I’m a selfish son   and I don’t want to be the one   to go on living   without my brother’s company      La, la, la, la