The Kind Of Friend I Need

The Kind Of Friend I Need - Gary Barlow/James Corden

Lyrics by：Gary Barlow/Tim Firth

Composed by：Gary Barlow/Tim Firth

If I'm hanging a tent

Halfway up on el capitan

And need a man to hammer that nail

I tell you you would not be that man

Well if I get in a fight

Somewhere in the city one night

Instead of asking you to step in

With all respect I possibly might

Ask the big bloke stood to your right

Lucky is the guy in life who has got

Another guy in his life who can spot

All of the amazing things that's he's not

God how lucky is that guy

Says you look a wreck

Makes fun of your hair

But half-two in the morning

When you're both worse for wear

Gives a look back just to

Check you're still there

Insult me and offend me

That's the kind of friend that I need

That's the kind of friend that I need

Well when I've written a song

Oh you write songs do you

You didn't mention it

Laid my heart and soul really bare

At the piano is it

It's great to know I've got someone there like you

To say they think they've heard it before

Well when I'm holding the floor

Oh here we go

With another great anecdote

Oh yeah 'bout your movie star friends

It's great to see you show your support

By looking at your watch with a yawn

And then gesture cutting your throat

Lucky is the guy in life who has got

Another guy in his life who can spot

The entertaining superstar that he is not

God how lucky is that guy

Always criticizes the way that you drive

But is alive to the way that you feel

And if your head's in your hands

Takes over the wheel

Defend me and upend me

That's the kind of friend that I need

That's the kinda of friend that I need

A friend like a shot

Would not dream of telling people

What happened in that bar in berlin

Hmm good

Just wouldn't dream of it

And like that he wouldn't choose

To mention that tattoo

That's so true

No one knew

He just simply would not do

See right then I chose not to

Oh lucky is the guy who finds

Oh lucky guy

He's suddenly not singing the top line

But oh how he climbs

All the things that he's not

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah oh that's enough of that

Takes apart your songs

Dismembers your jokes

Puts you back on the bike

Picks dirt from your knee

Knowing he's the one

Who threw the stick through your spokes

Brings you down to earth

Argue like brothers

But a compliment from him

Is worth a thousand from others

Deflate my sails

Puncture my bubble

Never say you love me or you know

We're in trouble

A friend that's not too kind to me

That's the kind of friend that I need oh

I was the best in that song

So was I

It's my album you know