Friends Of Mine

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
 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.