My Friend

Hey, look out for my glass up there, man!
That's my drink, man, that's my drink, alright
Make it a double, or eh
Somebody has to sing
Somebody got to sing?
Somebody got to sing, right?
Somebody got to sing, I don't know

Y'all pass me that bottle
And I'll sing you all a real song
Yeah, alright, yah, yeah
Let me get my key (alright)

Well, I'm looking through Harlem
My stomach squeal just a little more
A stage couch full of feathers and footprints
Pulls up to my soap-box door
Now a lady with a pearl-handled necktie
Tied to the driver's fence
Breathes in my face
Bourbon and coke possessed words
Haven't I seen you somewhere in hell
Or was it just an accident? (You know how I felt then, and so)

Before I could ask, "Was it the East or West side?"
My feet, they howled in pain
The wheels of a bandwagon cut very deep
But not as deep in my mind as the rain
And as they pulled away I could see her words
Stagger and fall on my muddy tent
Well, I picked them up, brushed them off
To see what they say
And you wouldn't believe
Come around to my room, with the tooth in the middle
And bring along the bottle and a president

And eh, sometimes it's not so easy, baby
Especially when your only friend
Talks, sees, looks and feels like you
And you do just the same as him
Gets very lonely up this road, baby

Well, I'm riding through LA
On a bicycle built for fools
And I seen one of my old buddies
And he say, "You don't look the way you usually do"
I say, "Well, some people look like a coin-box"
He say, "Look like you ain't got no coins to spare"
And I laid back, and I thought to myself, and I said this
I just picked up my pride from underneath the pay phone
And combed this breath right out of my hair (oh, yeah)

And sometimes it's not so easy
Especially when your only friend
Talk, sees, looks and feels like you
And you do just the same as him (alright)

I just got out of a Scandinavian jail
And I'm on my way straight home to you
But I feel so dizzy, I take a quick look in the mirror
To make sure my friend's here with me too
And you know good and well I don't drink coffee

So you fill my cup full of sand
And the frozen tea leaves on the bottom
Sharing lipstick around the broken edge
And my coat that you let your dog lay by the fire on
And your cat, he attacks me from his pill-box ledge
And I thought you were my friend too
Man, my shadow comes in line before you

I'm finding out that it's ah, not so easy
Especially when your only friend
Talks, looks, sees and feels like you
And you do the same just like him (alright)

Lord, it's so lonely here
Hmm, hmm
Yeah
Pass me that bottle over there
Yeah, yeah, okay, are you finised here?