Lyrics:

Well I've made so many new friends

With open arms they let me in

They say they'll be with me till the end
They say they'll stick through thick and thin
It's gonna happen, 1997
They crowd you like it's dangerous
I heard they're just no good.
I'd rather have you stay at home now like a good boy should.
I heard they can't be trusted
I heard they all wear white.
I'd rather have you prove me wrong than go and prove me right.

Mama, please don't make this harder.

Well, it's tough to love another.
And it's hard to find a friend friend.
Somebody else who has no others.
Somebody else who understands.
Then it happened, in 1997.
The crowd you like is dangerous.
I heard they're just no good.
I'd rather have you stay at home now like a good boy should.
I heard they can't be trusted.
I heard they all wear white.
I'd rather have you prove me wrong than go and prove me right.
Mama, please don't make this harder.

Well, I've made so many new friends.
They say they'll be with me till the end.
And it's gonna happen in 1997.