Friends of Mine

<br>(Bachman/Cummings)<br><br>Friends of mine don`t have the time<br>For food or wine<br>Just money is on their minds<br><br>Life is sweet<br>On a one-way street<br>They`re indiscrete <br>And funny, they`ll never meet<br><br>B-bay-b-bay-b-bay-b-bay-bay-baby...<br><br>I gotta get a two-ton truck<br>I gotta get a two-ton truck<br>I gotta get a two-ton truck<br>I gotta get a two-ton truck<br>I gotta do it to a duck on a two-ton truck and fade away like Ron Rene<br>All right, all right<br><br>You got the magical mystery tour<br>You got the magical mystery tour<br>You got the magical mystery tour<br>You got the magical mystery tour<br><br>And Kurt is the Walrus<br>And Kurt is the Walrus<br>And the Walrus does funny things to the veins in his left arm<br>All right<br><br>And Michael is now a father, all right<br>And Michael is now a proud father, all right<br>And my good friend Michael is now a proud father<br>And Michael is now a father, all right<br>And that means Michael`s wife is a mother, all right<br><br>Up the 13 steps of the gallows walked the condemned man<br>And time passes very quickly when death is near<br>After having completed the first step, the condemned man knew there were but 12 left<br>Before he would meet death and his soul would leave his body<br>And after having completed the 13 steps the condemned man was met by a giant cloaked figure<br>And with a quick flick of the wrist the man was dead<br>And his soul left his body and went down down down<br>To a place we laughingly refer to as hell<br>But none of us will ever go there because we`re all far too groovy<br>The man`s body was left to rot on the gallows<br>And a great multitude of black birds came and picked the man`s corpse apart<br>Piece by piece<br>Limb by limb<br>Until nothing remained <br>And his blood melted into the ground below<br><br>The gallows was made from a tree created by God<br>The man`s blood dripped into the ground which was created by God<br>Even the giant cloaked figure which was the man`s own end was created by God<br>Even the man`s soul which went down was created by God<br>Even the black birds which picked the man`s corpse apart were created by God<br>AND WHERE WAS GOD?<br><br>In Flanders Fields the poppies grow<br>between the crosses row on row<br>to mark the dead<br><br>To Flanders Fields the hippies go<br>to smoke the poppies there below<br>and feed their heads<br><br>And they`re all friends of mine, each and every one of them, no better or no worse<br>And we`ll probably end up down there together when it`s all over<br><br>And that`s why we say<br>b-bay-b-bay-b-bay-b-bay-b-baby ...<br><br>It`s all over and it`s all right.