Another red letter day

So the pound has dropped, and the children are creating

The other half ran away

Taking all the cash and leaving you with the lumber

Got a pain in the chest

Doctors on strike, what you need is a rest

It's not easy, love, but you've got friends you can trust

Now it's a beautiful day

The postman delivered a letter from your lover

Only a phone call away

You tried to track him down

But somebody stole his number

As a matter of fact

You're getting used to life without him in your way

Hold out your hand

Hold out your hand 'cause right 'til the end

Friends will be friends, yeah, yeah