Streets, The – The Sherry End

Til the very end

We’ll be just as friends

I’ve known you better

You’ve seen my worst

So let’s invent worse

When a good night flounders and it’s over

How good it was I tend to know

By adding up or rounding down

The evenings count of jokes

Me and my hilkshare are trying that team deciphered by other gangs

That’s the thing I love about my fine brothers in slang

If it’s got a funny story which mentions me

It’s not for others in ear splash

It’s ours, it’s mad, it’s many hours spent laughing at events past

We smirk or outsmart the quirk that will spark

the word which we will laugh at

it sparks around the crowd this work of art which we have found

Til the very end

We’ll be just as friends

I’ve known you better

You’ve seen my worst

So let’s invent worse

I love the craze of the latest phrase

Amazing mungrels of conjoinment

Crazy paving saying are a joy to say with mates

And girls all love the lingo

They curl right up and bingo

They go that extra smile

And they go that whole damn smock

I mean it though a joke from that one like that one was wrong

It makes no sense really

Shorten to a word and then to a nod

That is friendship to me

The secret handshake of three mad mates

It makes me pleased to share traits

In understanding absurdities that mean our brains play

Til the very end

We’ll be just as friends

I’ve known you better

You’ve seen my worst

So let’s invent worse