Lyrics:

With friends like you
I could throw away my TV
'Cause I got it all in spades now
All triumph and tragedy
And when as a kid with a pocket knife
Like a stone from a distance thrown
It's a gamblers trick, it's a pain in the dick
Must have brought it on myself somehow
Hey!
With friends like you
With friends like you
It's a wonder why a guy gets bent
You gotta fine, fine way
Of draggin' the clouds underneath the sun
And those darkened sun suit tea bag cologne
And sympathy toasts you all alone
You pick me up like a second-hand coat
Spit and shine, a Friday night
But the things you forget hang around like a bet
You're safe 'til they notice the price, price!
With friends like you
With friends like you
It's a wonder why a guy gets bent

Yeah, when you're raining on the parades
Down in the piss stain with a champagne
You got it?
When you thought she's holding
You like she means it
You hold her by the hand
Take you somewhere nice and quiet
When you thought she's holding
You like she means it
'Cause when the going gets tough
She'll kick you in the nuts
And watch your Christmas list whither and die (die)
Die! (Die)
With friends like you
With friends like you
With a French IQ
It's a wonder why a guy gets bent