I got a friend named Eric    Used to play that mean guitar    Played that guitar       When he was playing 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 boardwalk    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"