| The odds have built up of the chance you’re going down
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| 'Cos you’re looking pretty guilty in the court of the crown
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| And my friend’s getting eager to complete this mission
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| It’s better all round just to sign the confession
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| Doesn’t matter if you’re innocent or guilty as hell
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| My friend’s got a feeling that you’re feeling unwell
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| Who cares about the truth, the truth’s there to bend
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| Do as I say I’m your only friend
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| The wicked step father that took a step farther
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| Played the patron saint in his shining armor
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| With his sword of power and shield to protect you
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| Tongue hanging out 'cos he’s going to get you
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| You know I want to hug you, you know I want to kiss you
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| It’s your dear old pop and you know I really miss you
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| In the pantomime of life look out he’s behind you
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| Says no I’m just here to remind you
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| Best friend I’m all that you’ve got
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| Pretend best friend if you like it or not
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| Pretend best friend so don’t talk to them
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| You’ve got to talk to me 'cos I’m your best friend
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| Call yourself a friend
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| That drives me round the bend
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| You call me when you like
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| And call me what you like
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| Was it the father or the son or the holy ghost
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| The butler in the kitchen or the game-show host
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| The policeman on the corner who’ll show you the way
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| The geezer with a beard comes on Xmas day
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| Could be your mother or your father or your sister or your brother
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| Doesn’t matter who it is they’ll say there ain’t no other
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| Might never see 'em or you meet them every day
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| But who gives a damn when you hear them say
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| Best friend I’m all that you’ve got
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| Pretend best friend if you like it or not
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| Pretend best friend so don’t talk to them
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| You’ve got to talk to me 'cos I’m your best friend |