Fairweather Friend — текст песни (John Cale)

Words and music: garland jeffreys



Board boy, board boy, rolling down the road board boy, board boy, what have you been told



Do you wear your jeans of blue?

Oh that way is paved with gold

Board boy, board boy what have you been sold



Yes boy, no boy, you dont have to use your head

Its alright boy, you can use your feet instead



You dont have to worry about the french emissary

You dont have to dread

Board boy, board boy, just listen to what I have said



You can ask my poor old fairweather friend

If the hills are hard to find

If the misty mountain tops of may

Thatll make us change their minds.



Board boy, board boy, rolling down the road

Board boy, board boy, what have you been told.



You can smell the means by which your secret signs do unfold

Board boy, board boy, rolling down the road.