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