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 ...