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