My friends are like now n’ laters, their here one minute and
Gone the next, they have no idea that I am on the wrong side
Of the street, as long as they are on the right side, what do they
Care. It makes no difference that I have fallen by the wayside,
As long as I am not in their pathway, and if I were, they would
Just walk around me and continue on their merry way.
With friends like these, why do I call them friends, it beats me.
I tell myself that they mean well, but I know, it is what it is, they
Are just a bunch of people who would sail me down the river
Without a boat, and if they should sail me down the river with
A boat, it would be without a paddle, it’s just the way they are,
They cannot help themselves, what a host of friends.