Like jet black and a Cadillac,
like Tennessee and a bottle of Jack,
Dolly and a tape deck on the way back to home sweet home.
Like mama and the kitchen,
cooking supper on the stove,
like a sweet tea and a lemon,
we go together like gentlemen.
Broskos,
you're the snow that I'm the shine,
wear the neon dancing all night.
Gentlemen, Broskos,
you're the cool and I'm the fire,
no we're never going out of style.
Like a classic jean jacket,
sparkle on the back,
gotta have it so good so right,
you can't go wrong when you slip it on.
Like you and me, nothing missing,
even on our own,
but when our lips get to kissing,
we're fitting together like gentlemen.
Broskos,
you're the snow that I'm the shine,
wear the neon dancing all night.
Gentlemen, Broskos,
you're the cool and I'm the fire,
no we're never going out of style.
Like the quarter and a jukebox slot,
like the key that turns the lock,
some things don't get any better than when they come together.
Gentlemen, Broskos,
you're the snow that I'm the shine,
wear the neon dancing all night.