I've Got a Friend (and He Won't Be Quiet)
I've got a friend and he won't be quiet
Talk, talk, talk, talk, he won't be quiet
Even with his mouth full he won't be quiet
Mumble, mumble, mumble, mumble, what did he say?
Nobody's listening, nobody hears
We wanna stuff cotton balls in our ears
He keeps talking; we wanna run away
Maybe he'll run out of things to say
I've got a friend and he won't be quiet
Talks about soccer, talks about hockey
Talks about the weather, you can't stop him
All day, every day, you can't stop him
Nobody's listening, nobody hears
We wanna stuff baseballs in our ears
He keeps talking; we wanna run away
Maybe he'll run out of things to say
You might ask me why he's my friend
It's hard to explain but he's my friend
Even though he's a loudmouth know-it-all
He picks me up whenever I fall
I've got a friend and he won't be quiet
Take him to the movies and he won't be quiet
Talks in the library; talks in his sleep
If nobody's there then he talks to his feet
Nobody's listening, nobody hears
We wanna stuff basketballs in our ears
He keeps talking, we wanna run away
Maybe he'll run out of things to say
You might ask me why he's my friend
It's hard to explain but he's my friend
He's the worst best friend I ever had
But he makes me laugh when I feel sad
I've got a friend and he won't be quiet
Talk, talk, talk, talk, he won't be quiet
Even with his mouth full he won't be quiet
Mumble, mumble, mumble, mumble
Mumble, mumble, mumble, mumble
Talk, talk, talk, talk, he won't be quiet
Even with his mouth full he won't be quiet
Mumble, mumble, mumble, mumble, what did he say?
Nobody's listening, nobody hears
We wanna stuff cotton balls in our ears
He keeps talking; we wanna run away
Maybe he'll run out of things to say
I've got a friend and he won't be quiet
Talks about soccer, talks about hockey
Talks about the weather, you can't stop him
All day, every day, you can't stop him
Nobody's listening, nobody hears
We wanna stuff baseballs in our ears
He keeps talking; we wanna run away
Maybe he'll run out of things to say
You might ask me why he's my friend
It's hard to explain but he's my friend
Even though he's a loudmouth know-it-all
He picks me up whenever I fall
I've got a friend and he won't be quiet
Take him to the movies and he won't be quiet
Talks in the library; talks in his sleep
If nobody's there then he talks to his feet
Nobody's listening, nobody hears
We wanna stuff basketballs in our ears
He keeps talking, we wanna run away
Maybe he'll run out of things to say
You might ask me why he's my friend
It's hard to explain but he's my friend
He's the worst best friend I ever had
But he makes me laugh when I feel sad
I've got a friend and he won't be quiet
Talk, talk, talk, talk, he won't be quiet
Even with his mouth full he won't be quiet
Mumble, mumble, mumble, mumble
Mumble, mumble, mumble, mumble
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