My Friend

Hey, look out for my glass up there man! That's my drink man that's my drink alright Make it a double or eh Somebody has to sing Somebody will sing Somebody will sing right? I don't know Y'all pass me that bottle And I'll sing you all a real song Yeah! Let me get my key Well I'm looking throught Harlem My stomack squeal just a little more A stagecoach full of featheres and footprints Pulls up to my soap-box door Now a lady with a pearl-handled necktie Tied to the driver's fence Breathes in my face Bourbon and Coke possessed words Haven't I seen you somewhere in Hell? Or was it just an accident? You knew how I felt then And so ah Before I could ask was it the east or west side? My feet they howled in pain The wheels of a bandwagon cut very deep But not as deep in my mind as the rain And as they pulled away I could see her words Stagger and fallin on my muddy tent Well I picked them up, brushed them off To see what they say And you wouldn't believe Come around to my room with the tooth in the middle And bring along the bottle and a president And-eh sometimes it's not so easy, baby Especially when your only friend Talks, sees, looks, and feels like you And you do just the same as him Gets very lonely up this road baby Yeah hmmm yeah Got more to say Well I'm riding through la ha On a bycycle built for fools And I seed one of my old buddies And he say "You don't look the way you usually do" I say "Well some people look like a coin-box" He say "Look like you ain't got no coins to spare" And I laid back and I thought to myself and I said this I just picked up my pride from underneath the pay phone And combed this breath right out of my hair And sometimes it's not so easy Especially when your only friend Talks, sees, looks, and feels like you And you so just the same as him I just got out of a Scandinavian jail And I'm on my way straight home to you But I feel so dizzy I take a quick look in the mirror To make sure my friend's here with me too And you know good well I don't drink coffee So you fill my cup full of sand And the frozen tea leaves on the bottom Sharing lipstick around the broken edge And my coat that you let your dog lay by the fire on And your cat attacks me from his pill-box ledge And I thought you were my friend too Man, my shadow comes in line before you I'm finding out that if's not so easy Specially when your only friend Talks, looks, sees, and feels like you And you do the same just like him Lord it's so lonely herre hmmm yeah Yeah! Pass me that bottle over there Yeah yeah ok