Let's see, there's Miss Tique and Miss Informed
I love you honey but I hate your friends
For eternal youth from those Swiss docs
I love you honey but I hate those friends
I love you honey but I hate your friends
When he says hi, he really means the moon
General Disaster, Mister Know-it-all
I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but I hate your friends
They love your money but they'll be the end of me, oh yeah
That limp wrist two-fisted diplomat
He stays loose, he says, fill her up
I love you honey but I hate those friends
Corporal Punishment 'bout to blow his mind
We shouldn't give him the time of day
Miss De Plot, Miss Story
He's thirty but he feels like sixteen
Check it out, yep, hundred-n-sixteen
I love you honey, let's dance
He was there long before Armstrong
I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but they'll be the end of me, oh yeah
I love you honey but I hate your friends
Around and round when he rambles on
Mister Mock, Mister Completely
I love you honey but they'll be the end of me, oh yeah
Look man, no holes, real nose
Better draw a map, to see where he's at
He's got a head of lead, he's young but he acts old
I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but they'll be the end of me, oh yeah
I love you honey but they'll be the end of me, oh yeah yeah
The aging Mister Martin and that ain't all
I love you honey but they'll be the end of me, oh yeah
Did some toot, yeah we had a blow
That fat cat Frank got a heart of gold
Missus a lot and Private Stock
I love you honey but I hate your friends
He doesn't give a damn if we sink or swim
Mister Call, Mister De Gaulle
'Bout the latest deal we should be in on
I love you honey but I hate your friends
