Hey, hey, mama; mama, what you tryin' to do?    You keep on talkin' to me, 'till your face turns blue.   Well, do you think I'm a young boy, yet to make up my mind?    Well, I'm just castin' all my toys, I'm gonna' leave what's behind me, behind.   I'm gonna' leave what's behind me, behind.         I saw an old high school friend, just the other day,   He didn't ask me how I'd been, he asked me "how was my pay? "   Now, do you call this a friendship, judging from what he said?    If you do, I've a real tip: ain't nobody gonna' know about my bread.   Ain't nobody gonna' know about my bread.         If you got somebody, that you can trust to the very end,   I said if you do, I want to be like you, 'cause you sure got a real good friend.   You sure got a real good friend.   Friend ...   Friend ...