You come home from late night parties
Tiptoe kiss, there's nothing that you miss
Chased by all the rich arm parties
Do you live in some kind of breeze
Now we've lost our old enchantment
I'm your friend I don't need an appointment
You know all the latest songs to sing
Social trends, political ends
You can talk on almost anything
But you ration your conversation
I know I'm no great excitement
I'm your friend I don't need an appointment
Will you try to get by
Without the friends you left behind
Folks you need with smiles so sweet
Can be unkind to you and even let you down
Average craze can only last nine days
This week on the sights and lights of town
By the next you're just out of context
Please forgive all this discouragement
I'm your friend I don't need an appointment
Will you try to get by
Without the friends you left behind
Folks you need with smiles so sweet
Can be unkind to you and I won't help you
I'll avoid the one who's destroyed
So before you vanish out of your
Ivory tower, can you spell dour?
Like old times but spare the sentiment
I'm your friend I don't need an appointment
Appointment, appointment.