| With friends like you | |
| I could throw away my tv | |
| Cause I got it all in spades now | |
| All triumph and tragedy | |
| And when as a kid with a pocket knife | |
| Like a stone from a distance thrown | |
| It's a gamblers trick, it's a pain in the dick | |
| Must have brought it on myself somehow | |
| Hey! | |
| With friends like you | |
| With fiiends like you | |
| It's a wonder why a guy gets bent | |
| You gotta fine fine way | |
| Of draggin' the Clouds underneath the dun | |
| And those darkened sunsuit tea bag colonge | |
| And sympathy toasts you all alone | |
| You pick me up like a second hand coat | |
| Spit and shine a Friday night | |
| But the things you forget hang around like a bet | |
| You're safe 'till they notice the price, price! | |
| With friends like you | |
| With friends like you | |
| It's a wonder why a guy gets bent | |
| Yeah, when you're raining on the parades | |
| Down in the piss stain with a champagne | |
| You got it | |
| When you thought she's holding you like she means it | |
| You hold her by the hand, take you somewhere nice and quiet | |
| When you thought she's holding you like she means it | |
| Cause when the going gets tough | |
| She'll kick you in the nuts | |
| And watch your Christmas list whither and die!, Die! | |
| With friends like you | |
| With friends like you | |
| With a French IQ | |
| It's a wonder why a guy gets bent |