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 jewellery
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 cos his make-up's
Running away with itself
He's heading for an early grave
Scared to death about the state of his health
There's all these friends of mine...
