Hey hey mama Mama what you tryin' to do? You keep on talkin' to me 'Till your face turns blue Well do you think I'm a young boy Yet to make up my mind? Well I'm just castin' all my toys I'm gonna leave what's behind me behind I'm gonna leave what's behind me behind I saw an old high school friend Just the other day He didn't ask me how I'd been He asked me how was my pay Now do you call this a friendship? Judging from what I said If you do I've a real tip Ain't nobody gonna know about my bread Ain't nobody gonna know about my bread, Yah yah yaaaaahhh... If you got somebody, that you can trust to the very end I said if you do I want to be like you 'Cause you sure got a real good friend You sure got a real good friend Friend Friend Yah... Woah... Woah... Woah... get it Woah.. yah... get it Aaaaahhh... Woah C'mon... c'mon Yah... yah Yah Woah Yah... woah... get it Yah
Written by: MARK FARNER
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