Friends Of Mine

[Verse] 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 indiscreet and funny, they'll never meet B-bay, b-bay, b-bay, b-bay, bay, baby I got to get a two-ton truck [x4] I got to do it to a duck on a two-ton truck And fade away like Ron Rene Alright, alright You got the magical mystery tour [x4] And Kurt is the Walrus And Kurt is the Walrus And the Walrus does funny things to the veins in his left arm Alright And Michael is now a father, alright And Michael is now a proud father, alright And my good friend Michael is now a proud father And Michael is now a father, alright And that means Michael's wife is a mother, alright Up the thirteen 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 twelve left Before he would meet death and his soul would leave his body And after having completed the thirteen 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