Rita spits out her laurel leaf And grabs a piece of my pie She's gonna lead me up the mountain path As the crows fly Claudette's pretty quick off the mark Like a Polaris missile in heat She smiles at a hundred miles an hour And rushes you off your feet There's all these friends of mine They've got me suffering They don't take a line They keep me pissing adrenalin Ratty is nearly unique Looks like a pre-Raphaelite barb freak Wears dangerous j**elery Got a cast iron personality Sandie wears an awful lot of silk Says she's a friend of Mr Acker Bilk She's going out of my mind Wants to live on milk There's all these friends of mine I was musing on the pool outdoors About foreign matters and fancy affairs Betty trimmed my nails with pliers While eating avocado pears Norman's sobbing 'cause his make-up's Running away with itself He's heading for an early grave Scared to d**h about the state of his health There's all these friends of mine