C             G
One day we're friends forever,
Am             G
Next day we're friends for never,
F                 G
Who say, you say, we're best friends,
F              G
I say, he say, till the end.


C               G               Am             G
Our friendships like a slice of chocolate cake,
           F                  Em
You're the icing, you'd be the sponge,
          F            G
When we're together we become,
C                G             Am
A perfect way to end a perfect dinner time,
          G               F
Quite substantial glass of wine,
        Em                F
A tasty mint goes down a treat, and helps my 
G
indigestion.

C           G                Am
Digest this factual piece of evidence,
         G                 F
I'm your butter, you're my toast,
          Em            F
The gravy on my Sunday roast,
                       G
-I'm not a fan of your roasts,

C
What do you mean?
    G                                Am
You told me that you liked the one I cooked the other 
day
G
-I don't remember
    F
You said you liked the sprouts
Em                     F
-I don't know what to say.
                          G
Then you should shut your mouth.

C             G
One day we're friends for ever,
Am      G
Go take some singing lessons
F
What was that?
Nothing twat.
G
You're a prick
F
Eat my shit,
No thank you,
   G
It wouldn't be nice.


C               G              Am
Our friendships kind of like a prostitute,
G
(How?)
           F                    Em
Quite worn out, yet still quite fit,
           F                   G
Quite nice arse, great pair of tits.

                 C
Well, that's not relevant,
Isn't it?
C      G                             Am
You're full of shit, and that what's relevant
Is it?
    G
I'm going to have a think,
F          Em                      F
  Will you tell me what you think of?
G
No.


Play this twice during the rap part:
C G Am G F Em F G
Enter, uh
One day we're friends, the next we're not,
It's so confusing the why's and what's
What the hell,
I thought we were friends just now,
Then I remembered, we had a row (oh yeah)
We're like Bradd Pitt and Angela,
But we don't have a child from Cambodia
Uh uh
I'm sick and tired of us having no fun,
Stop being pussy's, and go and work your problems out 
son,
'coz i'm done

C             G
One day we're born together (one day we're born)
Am            G
Next day it's stormy weather (next day we're torn)
F                G
Who say, you say we're not friends
F              G
I say, he say, fuck you bender

C           G
One day i'm your blood brother,
Am            G
Next day its, fuck your mother
F                            G
-no offence, tell your mum I think she's quite nice, 
        F                 G
that particular dig was directed at you and not your 
C
mother.

My mother used to have a nice smile on her face, till 
dad went out to get some more milk.
He never did come back...