Hey, hey, mama, mama, what you tryin' to do?
You keep on talkin' to me
'Till your face turns blue
Well, do you think I'm a young boy
Yet to make up my mind?
Well, I'm just castin' all my toys
I'm gonna' leave what's behind me, behind
I'm gonna' leave what's behind me, behind
I saw an old high school friend
Just the other day
He didn't ask me how I'd been
He asked me: How was my pay?
Now, do you call this a friendship
Judging from what he said?
If you do, I've a real tip
Ain't nobody gonna' know about my bread
Ain't nobody gonna' know about my bread
If you got somebody
That you can trust to the very end
I said if you do, I want to be like you
'Cause you sure got a real good friend
You sure got a real good friend
Friend
Friend
