Mark, My Sunshine



... I have a friend who's missing, I don't know where he went; I just have a lot of questions, And want him back again.

I have a friend who liked to laugh, Who loved my stupid jokes; I liked to drink up all his beer, And smoke up all his smokes.

I'd love hear his "oh-thee-well, Just once more once again; I'd love to sit all through the night, Just talking to my friend.

Someday maybe I'll see him, Be with him at the end; With my Mark, my Sunshine, With my steadfast friend.