This Moody Bastard - Walter Becker

Little friend of mine

Can you still recall

Our salad days

Between the ivy walls?

Beneath the autumn sun?

When all is said and done

We were a good combination

We were good clean fun

Still my thoughts roll back

Every now and then

Think about you

Remembering

I start in smiling and

I just can’t stop

You on the bottom

Me on top

These days it’s like a tomb

Amid in the stacks of gloom

Looking out the window

In the downstairs room

And the time goes by

And the time goes by

Sometimes it goes so slowly

You know a man could cry

Till the day goes down

In deep disgrace

With empty pockets

And a dirty face

And then the day boils over

And there’s nothing there

But a roomful of smoke and a lot of hot air

This moody bastard remembers

You were some kind of friend even then

Once in a great while

He needs one…

This moody bastard

This moody bastard

He needs one

He needs some kind of friend now and again

Once in blue moon

Could use one

This moody bastard

Little friend of mine

You don’t even know

When the wind starts blowing

How far a man could go

Little friend of mine

Are you even there

Did you disappear

Back into thin air

If you 're still here with me

If you got this far

I hope you’re smiling

In fact I know you are

This moody bastard remembers

You were some kind of friend even then

Once in a great while

He needs one…

This moody bastard

This moody bastard

He needs one

He needs some kind of friend now and again

Once in blue moon

Could use one

This moody bastard

This moody bastard