He was not as tall and rather fat He had a labrador and a lumping cat Born in a country with a broken heart He had enough money and a credit card Told bedtime stories to his Teddybear Gave him lots of hugs and a dress to wear He had a small apartment (what a lovely sight) He watched MTV all night
Where the hell was friendship He must have turned it off And most of all he wondered what is love What the hell is love
He enjoyed the silence more and more As he heard the door slam right next door He had a fancy Parker and a diary In which he wrote some poetry And as he went to bed at night The cat's eyes gave him ample light To make him lie awake and see The content of his misery
Where the hell was friendship He must have turned it off And most of all he wondered what is love What the hell is love
Where the hell was friendship He must have turned it off And most of all he wondered what is love What the hell is love