Oh cor blimey what a palava,
I've had me mate up the wall,
Cryin' on his shoulders,
When he gave me a telephone call!
Oh cor blimey, and sugar plumbs,
Really, what can I say?
Except that he's a little star,
He really is ok!
He puts up with me like no one does,
And cheers me up no end...
What can I say? Except...
I'm so glad he is my friend!
Oh flippin' eck, oh flamin' 'ell,
What can a female do?
When one needs a shoulder to cry on,
Me mate always pulls me through!
Well, he said he's me 'guardian angel,'
And flippin' eck, aint that the truth,
But by the time he's done with me,
He'll be past the first flush of youth!
Oh cor blimey, what shall I do?
What a mess I'm in today,
Well I was before he sorted me out,
And now, I'm really ok!
But oh, poor lad, what a mess...
He's me rock and I have to add...
God did good when he had us meet,
So he's really not too bad!
God that is, not me friend,
Cos although he gives me my cross to bear,
He also gave me a terrific friend,
A terrific peep, who's always there!
Soooo, am I down and sad today?
Am I havin' a glitch or two?
Nope, cos I'm all sorted now,
Cos me mate has pulled me through!
Oh flippin' 'eck, oh blimey,
Oh what a flippin' pain...
Oh God help me please I'm on me knees,
Don't give me any problems again!
Sooooo, to my guardian angel,
Once again, from my heart to you,
Thanks for bein' there for me,
And for takin' what I put you through!