Текст песни Walter Becker - This moody bastard

Little friend of mineCan you still recallOur salad daysBetween the ivy walls?Beneath the autumn sun?When all is said and doneWe were a good combinationWe were good clean funStill my thoughts roll backNow and thenThink about youRememberingI start in smiling andI just can't stopYou on the bottomMe on topThese days it's like a tombAmid in the stacks of gloomLooking out the windowIn the downstairs roomAnd the time goes byAnd the time goes bySometimes it goes so slowlyYou know a man could cryTill the day goes downIn deep disgraceWith empty pocketsAnd a dirty faceAnd then the day boils overAnd there's nothing thereBut a roomful of smokeand a lot of hot airThis moody bastard RemembersYou were some kind of friend even then

Once in a great whileHe needs one...This moody bastardThis moody bastardHe needs oneHe needs some kind of friend now and againOnce in blue moonCould use oneThis moody bastardLittle friend of mineYou don't even knowWhen the wind starts blowingHow far a man could goLittle friend of mineAre you even thereDid you disappearBack into thin airIf you 're still here with meIf you got this farI hope you're smilingIn fact I know you areThis moody bastard RemembersYou were some kind of friend even thenOnce in a great whileHe needs one...This moody bastardThis moody bastardHe needs oneHe needs some kind of friend now and againOnce in blue moonCould use oneThis moody bastardThis moody bastard
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