You come home from late night parties Tiptoe kiss, there's nothing that you miss Chased by all the rich at parties Do you leave sometime at three
Now we've lost our old enjoyment I'm your friend, I don't need an appointment You know all the latest songs to sing Social tramp, political land
You can talk on almost anything But you rise in your conversation I know I'm no great excitement I'm your friend, I don't need an appointment
Well you try to get by Without your friends you've left behind
Folks you meet who smile so sweet Can be unkind to you and even let you down Average craze, can only last nine days This week on the sights and nights of town Whatever next you're just out of context
Please forgive all this discouragement I'm your friend, I don't need an appointment But you try to get by Without your friends you've left behind
Folks you meet who smile so sweet Can be unkind to you and I won't help you All avoid all that is destroyed So before you vanish out of view Ivory tower can you spare an hour
Life goes on but spare the sentiment I'm your friend, I don't need an appointment