Friends Of Mine - Buzzcocks

Rita spits out her laurel leaf and grabs a piece of my pie

She’s gonna lead me up the mountain path, as the crows fly

Claudette’s pretty quick off the mark, like a Polaris missile in heat

She smiles at a hundred miles an hour and rush you off your feet

There’s all these a-friends of mine, uh, they’ve got me suffering

They don’t take a line, uh, they keep me pissing adrenalin

Ratty is a-nearly unique, looks like a Pre-Raphaelite barb freak, uh

Wears dangerous jewelry, got a cast iron personality

Sandie wears an awful lot of silk, says she’s a friend of Mr. Acker Bilk

She’s going out of my mind, uh, wants to live on milk

There’s all these a-friends of mine, uh, they’ve got me suffering

They don’t take a line, uh, they keep me pissing adrenalin

I was musing on the pool outdoors, about foreign matters and fancy affairs

While Betty trimmed my nails with pliers while eating avocado pears

Norman’s sobbing 'cause his make-up's a-run away with itself

He’s heading for an early grave, scared to death about the state of his health

There’s all these a-friends of mine, uh, they’ve got me suffering

They don’t take a line, uh, they keep me pissing adrenalin

They keep me pissing adrenalin, uh

They see me in the shape I’m in, they bug me in the shape I’m in

They see me suffering, they see me suffering

Suffering, suffering, suffering, and then