"Friends For Never" lyrics
One day, we're friends forever
Next day, we're friends for never
Who say? (You say) We're best friends
I say (He say), 'til the end
Our friendship's like a slice of chocolate cake
You're the icing, you'd be the sponge
When we're together, we become
A perfect way to end a perfect dinnertime
Quite substantial, glass of wine
A tasty mint goes down a treat
And helps my indigestion
Digest this factual piece of evidence
I'm your butter, you're my toast
The gravy on my Sunday roast
I'm not a fan of your roasts
What do you mean?
You told me that you liked the one I cooked the other day
I don't remember
You said you liked the sprouts
I don't know what to say
Then you should shut your mouth
One day, we're friends forever
Go take some singing lessons
What was that? Nothing, twat
You're a prick
Eat my shit
No, thank you, it wouldn't be nice
Our friendship's kind of like a prostitute (How?)
Quite worn out, yet still quite fit
Quite nice arse, great pair of tits
Well, that's not relevant
Isn't it?
You're full of shit, and that's quite relevant
Is it?
I'm going to have a think
Will you tell me what you think of—
No (Enter)
Uh
One day, we're friends, the next, we're not
It's so confusing, the whys and what
What the hell? I thought that we were friends just now
Then I remembered, we had a row (Oh yeah)
We're like Brad Pitt and Angela
But we don't have a child from Cambodia (Uh, uh)
I'm sick and tired of us having no fun
Stop being pussies
And go and work your problems out, son
'Cause I'm done
One day, we're born together (One day, we're born)
Next day, it's stormy weather (Next day, we're torn)
Who say? (You say) We're not friends
I say (He say), "Fuck you, bender"
One day, I'm your blood brother
Next day, it's—
Fuck your mother
No offence, tell your mum I think she's quite nice
That particular dig was directed at you, and not your mother
Next day, we're friends for never
Who say? (You say) We're best friends
I say (He say), 'til the end
Our friendship's like a slice of chocolate cake
You're the icing, you'd be the sponge
When we're together, we become
A perfect way to end a perfect dinnertime
Quite substantial, glass of wine
A tasty mint goes down a treat
And helps my indigestion
Digest this factual piece of evidence
I'm your butter, you're my toast
The gravy on my Sunday roast
I'm not a fan of your roasts
What do you mean?
You told me that you liked the one I cooked the other day
I don't remember
You said you liked the sprouts
I don't know what to say
Then you should shut your mouth
One day, we're friends forever
Go take some singing lessons
What was that? Nothing, twat
You're a prick
Eat my shit
No, thank you, it wouldn't be nice
Our friendship's kind of like a prostitute (How?)
Quite worn out, yet still quite fit
Quite nice arse, great pair of tits
Well, that's not relevant
Isn't it?
You're full of shit, and that's quite relevant
Is it?
I'm going to have a think
Will you tell me what you think of—
No (Enter)
Uh
One day, we're friends, the next, we're not
It's so confusing, the whys and what
What the hell? I thought that we were friends just now
Then I remembered, we had a row (Oh yeah)
We're like Brad Pitt and Angela
But we don't have a child from Cambodia (Uh, uh)
I'm sick and tired of us having no fun
Stop being pussies
And go and work your problems out, son
'Cause I'm done
One day, we're born together (One day, we're born)
Next day, it's stormy weather (Next day, we're torn)
Who say? (You say) We're not friends
I say (He say), "Fuck you, bender"
One day, I'm your blood brother
Next day, it's—
Fuck your mother
No offence, tell your mum I think she's quite nice
That particular dig was directed at you, and not your mother
