Oh Brother.

  Thank God for my brothers.

  Even when their feet stink

  And they tell me what to do.

  Thank God for my brothers.

  Even when they roll their eyes

  And tell me how to drive.

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  Thank God for my brothers

  Even when they tease me

  And sometimes make me cry.

  Thank God for my brothers

  They've always got my back.

  In public and at home.

  Thank God for my brothers

  Even when their music sucks

  And have greasy hair.

  Thank God for my brothers

  The first boys to hold my heart.

  The first ones who made me care.

  Thank God for my brothers.

  I just need to let them know.

  I need them, they can't go.

  Thank God for my brothers

  My DJs in the car

  Who try to show me what good men are.

  Thank God for my brothers.

  We finally get along.

  They are getting buff and strong.

  Thank God for my brothers

  I hope they hear this

  Wherever they are.

  Thank God for my brothers.

  I'm glad I got to love them

  After they weaseled into my heart.