If I had no friends I'd have no one to ridicule
   So goes the tale of the resident fool
   If I clear my space I could clear it to be with you
   Backhanded claims of a resolute
   If I call an end to the trouble I'm sinking in
   Maybe a sign for a crime or sin
  
   I'll love my girl when she comes home
   I'll love my boys when they get home
   With friends like that who needs enemies
  
   If I make no sense I'll be nearer to fitting in
   Spreading the wisdom by accident
   If I call you out that'll bring it all to an end
   Token resolve of a dissident
   When you pull me in that'll settle the residue
   Maybe a sign for a crime or a sin
  
   I'll love my girl when she comes home
   I'll love my boys when they get home
   With friends like that who needs enemies