Friends, friends are the salt of the earth

when ya stuffs all gone it's all that ya worth

ya need ya friends to tell ya when ya doin wrong

it's lonely to be drunk an to sing without ya mate singing on

ya need ya friends to tell ya that cha getting fat

with out fear of reprisal like bein knocked flat

friends loan ya their tools and ya dont given back

then ya lie that you've seen em till they had the clap

friends 'll be there when ya sick in your hospital bed

they'll tell the truth when ya been a dickhead

friends you can turn to when the stuff hits the fan

or your movin house an ya needin a hand

friends was a bloody good show when on TV

I liked Joey and Phoebe she was one the one for me

friends are what we are all here today

and no one can ever take a true friend away

A friend can human a cat or a dog or a little budgie

friends come in all sizes like you and like me

friends yes friends are truly the salt of the earth

but if they rip you off twice then give'em a wide berth

Copyright Poetry in Paradise 2013 Reg TM No. 1028534