Mr.Ben


My friend
Mr. Ben
Well he’s a friend of mine
Mr. Ben he is a friend of mine

He met a girl at a groceries store
She dropped her apples on the floor
He’s picked them up and she wants more
And he’s a friend of mine
Yes Mr. Ben he is a friend of mine

Tired eyes and cigarettes
They’ll be making promises they’ll forget
She’ll send him a postcard when she gets home
And pretend there together on the telephone


Mr. Ben
It’s his first date
So he asks her were would she like to go
And her reply was a cinema show

So with excitement
He buy’s some flowers
Now he sits in his room and he’s counting the hours
Time is an autograph
And Mr. Ben is a friend of mine


So off the go
To the cinema show
so the back row
Well Mr. Ben’s so shy
So she rests her hand upon his thigh

But he remembers the words that his mother said
Now don’t be late and go straight to be
And it’s a tragedy
Mr. Ben he is a friend of mine.

Tired eyes and cigarettes
She’ll be making promises she’ll forget
Then send you a postcard when she gets home
And pretend you’re together when you’re all alone.