Hey, hey, mama; mama, what you tryin’ to do? You keep on talkin’ to me, ’till your face turns blue. Well, do you think I’m a young boy, yet to make up my mind? Well, I’m just castin’ all my toys, I’m gonna’ leave what’s behind me, behind. I’m gonna’ leave what’s behind me, behind.
I saw an old high school friend, just the other day, He didn’t ask me how I’d been, he asked me how was my pay? Now, do you call this a friendship, judging from what he said? If you do, I’ve a real tip: ain’t nobody gonna’ know about my bread. Ain’t nobody gonna’ know about my bread.
If you got somebody, that you can trust to the very end, I said if you do, I want to be like you, ’cause you sure got a real good friend. You sure got a real good friend. Friend ... Friend ...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
