Moocher

The guys went on a shooting trip
Ian and Tim and Guy too
It was always the same old deal
Two would provide everything...
He'd come along for the ride
But if it was necessary to offer up
No he could never ever provide
Anything...
Always borrowing petrol...
Always just in time for food
Always the same old story
No money, no luck, no pay
Sometimes I wondered
Was it ever any different?
At any time during their days
Is just didn't seem to be at all fair
That he relied upon the other two
To always provide everything
No matter what they did 
Or where they went
It was always just the same...