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
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 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)
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 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?