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