Me and my mates
Are in a band
Called Duvet,
We’re a cover band
Me and my mates
Are in a band
Called Duvet,
We’re a cover band
They say 1 in 4 people are homosexual today
So
out of me and my three best male friends
I
find myself wondering which one of us is gay
I
hope it’s Paul as he’s the really cute friend
Christmas is for friends and family,
But by no means exclusively
After all the Three Wise Men
Were strangers in Bethlehem
If you need help when moving house
You can always call on
your buddies
It’s to be expected
from everyday friends
But great friends help
you move bodies
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
God made your friend
pretty,
But what happened to
you?
Friendship is difficult to define
But I think the best
example for me
Is when I walk into
someone’s house
And Wi-Fi connects
automatically
Due to the pitiful size of my
Social circle, a lad’s
holiday
With me would definitely
look
More like a romantic
getaway
My friends call me snake hips
Though not because I’m
thin
I earned my unfortunate
nickname
Because I have really
dry skin
Don’t let a little dispute
Injure a great
friendship
Swallow your pride
And quickly make up
Champagne to your real friends?
And real pain to your sham friends?
Well, that’s Not my
idea of friends
OldfriEND or New FriEND,
BoyfriEND or
GirlfriEND,
BestFRIEND or FriEND,
They all have an END
So if you’re looking
for longevity
Look no further than
family
Our friendship is so strong
It will never
come apart,
Because the bonds of
friendship
Come straight from the
heart
Measure your life by the quantity of smiles,
And forget
the tears
Measure
your age by the quality of friends,
When I walked into my friend’s house
I can’t
describe the mess I found
I thought
it had been burgled, but
His
grandchildren had been round
Before the moment passes
I would just like to
say
Don’t you ever forget
Not even for a day
How very special you
are
In each and everyway
My best friend stole my wife
But I decided not to
get bitter
And got my revenge on
him
Because I let him keep
her
Two overweight lads were in the pub
“Your round” one of
them suddenly said
The other one took
instant offence and
Replied “So are you,
you great fat head”
I am blessed with friends
Some of them are
fruity
Some are soaked in
alcohol
Some of them are nutty
Some are sweet
Some add spice
Some add zest
Some smell nice
An abundance of riches
My friend’s numbers
are Rife
And when mixed
together
They are the fruit
cake of life
Some people come into our lives
And leave footprints
on our hearts
Others tread softly leaving
no traces
But then there are the
ones
On who you want to
leave boot prints
All over their stupid
faces
They’re the “in crowd”
The cool ones
The clique
Wearing the right
clothes
Saying the right
things
Defining cool
The un-cool sit
On the outside looking
in
Wishing to be “in”
They bully and barrack
And show off to the
crowd
The shallow crew
Sneering at cleverness
Shaming the boffins
In front of their
crowd
Soon they will know
They have no future
They’re the cool fools
Don’t be envious
Stay with your piers
Friendship rocks
Just stand fast
Stick with your
friends
That’s true cool