Friends Of Mine lyrics
Song information
Artist: The Guess Who Album: Wheatfield Soul
Lyrics
(Bachman/cummings)
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
(Da doo da doo doo doo doo doo) x 6 Oooooooohhhh
B-bay-b-bay-b-bay-b-bay-bay-ba-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
Ahhhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh
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, yeah 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 thirteen 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 twelve left Before he would meet death and his soul would leave his body And after having completed the thirteen 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 and 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-bay-ba-baby..
All right, all right, all right It's, it's all over and it's all right It's all over and it's all right It's all over and it's all right All over, and it's all. It's all right
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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