Friends Of Mine Lyrics - Guess Who

Friends of mine don't have the time 

For food or wine 

Just money is on their minds 

Life is sweet 

On a one-way street 

They're indiscrete 

And funny, they'll never meet 

B-bay-b-bay-b-bay-b-bay-bay-baby... 

I gotta get a two-ton truck 

I gotta get a two-ton truck 

I gotta get a two-ton truck 

I gotta get a two-ton truck 

I gotta do it to a duck on a two-ton truck and fade away like Ron Rene 

All right, all right 

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You got the magical mystery tour 

You got the magical mystery tour 

You got the magical mystery tour 

You got the magical mystery tour 

And Kurt is the Walrus 

And Kurt is the Walrus 

And the Walrus does funny things to the veins in his left arm 

All right 

And Michael is now a father, all right 

And Michael is now a proud father, all right 

And my good friend Michael is now a proud father 

And Michael is now a father, all right 

And that means Michael's wife is a mother, all right 

Up the 13 steps of the gallows walked the condemned man 

And time passes very quickly when death is near 

After having completed the first step, the condemned man knew there were but 12 left 

Before he would meet death and his soul would leave his body 

And after having completed the 13 steps the condemned man was met by a giant cloaked figure 

And with a quick flick of the wrist the man was dead 

And his soul left his body and went down down down 

To a place we laughingly refer to as hell 

But none of us will ever go there because we're all far too groovy 

The man's body was left to rot on the gallows 

And a great multitude of black birds came and picked the man's corpse apart 

Piece by piece 

Limb by limb 

Until nothing remained 

And his blood melted into the ground below 

The gallows was made from a tree created by God 

The man's blood dripped into the ground which was created by God 

Even the giant cloaked figure which was the man's own end was created by God 

Even the man's soul which went down was created by God 

Even the black birds which picked the man's corpse apart were created by God 

AND WHERE WAS GOD? 

In Flanders Fields the poppies grow 

between the crosses row on row 

to mark the dead 

To Flanders Fields the hippies go 

to smoke the poppies there below 

and feed their heads 

And they're all friends of mine, each and every one of them, no better or no worse 

And we'll probably end up down there together when it's all over 

And that's why we say 

b-bay-b-bay-b-bay-b-bay-b-baby ... 

It's all over and it's all right.