Next day we're friends for never,
Who say, you say, we're best friends,
I say, he say, till the end.
You're the icing, you'd be the sponge,
When we're together we become,
A perfect way to end a perfect dinner time,
Quite substantial glass of wine,
A tasty mint goes down a treat, and helps my
I'm your butter, you're my toast,
The gravy on my Sunday roast,
I'm not a fan of your roasts,
What do you mean?
You told me that you liked the one I cooked the other
I don't remember
You said you liked the sprouts
I don't know what to say.
Then you should shut your mouth.
Go take some singing lessons
What was that?
You're a prick
Eat my shit,
No thank you,
It wouldn't be nice.
Quite worn out, yet still quite fit,
Quite nice arse, great pair of tits.
Well, that's not relevant,
You're full of shit, and that what's relevant
I'm going to have a think,
Will you tell me what you think of?
One day we're friends, the next we're not,
It's so confusing the why's and what's
What the hell,
I thought we were friends just now,
Then I remembered, we had a row (oh yeah)
We're like Bradd Pitt and Angela,
But we don't have a child from Cambodia
I'm sick and tired of us having no fun,
Stop being pussy's, and go and work your problems out
'Coz I'm done
Next day it's stormy weather (next day we're torn)
Who say, you say we're not friends
I say, he say, fuck you bender
Next day its, fuck your mother
-no offence, tell your mum I think she's quite nice,
That particular dig was directed at you and not your
Dad went out to get some more milk.
He never did come back...