Friends Of Friends

I don't wanna go
Down to fourteenth street
In old New York
I'd rather be home
But it's all the same
Crowded bars and planes
New Amsterdam and Old RichmondI just called, and your girlfriend's coming homeBut you've got friends that are new friends
And friends that are old friends
And friends lookin' outGot a cheap dress on
With a wrinkled sleeve
My hat and glove
My money please
Or we might just go
With a burnt black air
I'd rather be home
My president's thereWhen I call, you don't pick up anymoreBut I've got friends that are new friends
And friends that are old friends
And friends lookin' outWhen I call, you don't pick up anymoreBut I've got friends that are new friends
And friends that are old friends
And friends lookin' out