I wanna be your friend
Can I be your friend?
I wanna be your friend
Can I be your friend?

I could go into your garden
Serve you skin and bone
I could do many manic things
I wouldn't do alone

And as my mother used to say
Get out of the house and learn to play
Join in the circle and meet someone
Get out of the house
I've a home [bad word] 
taste of honey
touch of warmth
We'll learn to fend and find our favourite haunt
We won't swap gossip
We won't cause hate
We'll take the morning to just contemplate

Where will I be hiding six years from now?
job in the city?
(or a child's know-how)
Know how to win favours quite unconsciously
Will this be heroic, or the end of me?

I wanna be your friend
Can I be your friend?
I wanna be your friend
Can I be your friend?
I could talk to all the portraits hanging in the hall
But I wanna be your friend
Or nothing at all