Friends Of Friends Lyrics - Singles - Hospitality

I don't wanna go 

Down to fourteenth street 

In old New York 

I'd rather be home 

But it's all the same 

Crowded bars and planes 

New Amsterdam and Old Richmond 

I just called, and your girlfriend's coming home 

But you've got friends that are new friends 

And friends that are old friends 

And friends lookin' out 

Got a cheap dress on 

With a wrinkled sleeve 

My hat and glove 

My money please 

Or we might just go 

With a burnt black air 

I'd rather be home 

My president's there 

When I call, you don't pick up anymore 

But I've got friends that are new friends 

And friends that are old friends 

And friends lookin' out 

When I call, you don't pick up anymore 

But I've got friends that are new friends 

And friends that are old friends 

And friends lookin' out