Hey, hey, mama Mama what you tryin' to do You keep on talkin' to me 'Till your face turns blue Well do you think I'm a young boy Yet to make up my mind Well I just castin' all my toys I'm gonna leave what's behind me behind I'm gonna leave what's behind me behind I saw an old high school friend Just the other day He didn't ask me how I'd been Asked me how was my pay Now do you call this a friendship Judging from what he said If you do I've a real tip Ain't nobody gonna know about my bread Ain't nobody gonna know about my bread Yeah, yeah, yeah-he If you got somebody That you can trust to the very end I said if you do I want to be like you 'Cause you sure got a real good friend You sure got a real good friend Friend Friend