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Lyrics: jones & winn
Music: jones & winn



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I got a friend named eric
Used to play that mean guitar
Played that guitar
While he was laying beneath the stars
Looking up to the wind he'd say
"my girlfriend it's for you"
Philosophy is all grand
But all good is not the truth
We can make a movie
In it, you can be the star
Bobby, bobby could be your brother
He could play guitar
We can say we'll lose the beat
And I'll get the rhythm list
My friend eric turned into such a fine mess
He used to take medicine
It used to make him sick
He would have to leave his place
And make a big trip
A road trip to bahama beach
With palm babies in the sun
He'd just go tasting all those juices
Licking some of that fun
He says now
"brother lets go down under the board walk
You bring the cocoa oil
I'll bring the soda pop
I'll fall in love that girl-
She's dancing in the sun"
His name is e-r-i-c
He's so high he's so fly
He says come on
Oh, eric used to play guitar
On wednesday nights
And the gypsy blues would sing
Well he made me think
It made me want to play
Yeah, my friend eric
Was a damn good player on the guitar
Why his guitar would sing
And the gypsy blues, they would reign
He says now
"bobby I must get back to see my pa
He's sad and lonely
Tells me 'boy you're my only star'
Don't sweat it
I'll be back in three weeks time or less
My name is e-r-i-c
I must happily confess, yes"
Lyrics: jones & winn   Music: jones & winn            Appears on where'd you get that vibe? .         Lyrics:      I got a friend named eric   Used to play that mean guitar   Played that guitar   While he was laying beneath the stars   Looking up to the wind he'd say   "my girlfriend it's for you"   Philosophy is all grand   But all good is not the truth   We can make a movie   In it, you can be the star   Bobby, bobby could be your brother   He could play guitar   We can say we'll lose the beat   And I'll get the rhythm list   My friend eric turned into such a fine mess   He used to take medicine   It used to make him sick   He would have to leave his place   And make a big trip   A road trip to bahama beach   With palm babies in the sun   He'd just go tasting all those juices   Licking some of that fun   He says now   "brother lets go down under the board walk   You bring the cocoa oil   I'll bring the soda pop   I'll fall in love that girl-   She's dancing in the sun"   His name is e-r-i-c   He's so high he's so fly   He says come on   Oh, eric used to play guitar   On wednesday nights   And the gypsy blues would sing   Well he made me think   It made me want to play   Yeah, my friend eric   Was a damn good player on the guitar   Why his guitar would sing   And the gypsy blues, they would reign   He says now   "bobby I must get back to see my pa   He's sad and lonely   Tells me 'boy you're my only star'   Don't sweat it   I'll be back in three weeks time or less   My name is e-r-i-c   I must happily confess, yes"