I Love You Honey But I Hate Your Friends Cheap Trick

I love you honey but i hate your friends
I love you honey but they'll be the end of me
Oh yeah
I love you honey but i hate those friends

That fat cat frank got a heart of gold
He's got a head of lead, he's young but he acts old
That limp wristed two-fisted diplomat
Better draw a map, to see where he's at
Around and round when he rambles on
'bout the latest deal we should be in on
We shouldn't give him the time of day
He doesn't give a damn if we sink or swim

I love you honey but i hate your friends
I love you honey but they'll be the end of me
Oh yeah
I love you honey but i hate your friends

Did some toot, yeah we had a blow
Look man, no holes, real nose
When he says hi he really means the moon
He was there long before armstrong
He stays loose, he says, fill her up
For eternal youth from those swiss docs
He's thirty but he feels like sixteen
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