Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grand Funk Railroad
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Farner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terry Knight
Producer
Kenneth Hamann
Engineer
Evren Goknar
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Hey, hey, Mama, Mama
What you tryin' to do?
You keep on talkin' to me
Till your face turns blue
Well, do you think I'm a young boy
Yet to make up my mind?
Well, I'm just castin' all my toys
I'm gonna' leave what's behind me behind
I'm gonna' leave what's behind me behind
I saw an old high-school friend
Just the other day
He didn't ask me how I'd been
Asked me how was my pay
Now, do you call this a friendship
Judging from what he said?
If you do, I've a real tip
Ain't nobody gonna know about my bread
Ain't nobody gonna know about my bread, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you've got somebody
You can trust to the very end
I said, if you do, I want to be like you
'Cause you sure got a real good friend
You sure got a real good friend, friend, friend
(Hey)
(Hey)
(Hey)
(Woo!)
(Hey!)
(Yeah)
(Woo! Hey, yeah)
(Ah, hey)
(No, no)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)
(Woo!)
(Yeah, woo!)
(Get it!)
Written by: Mark Farner