Letras:Nazareth. Friends.

Just sit yourself down, friend
Pull up a chair, friend
There ain't nobody here, friend
But the people you need

Roll yourself a joint, friend
Empty your head, friend
Make yourself at home, friend
This is where you belong

Put your feet up on the fire
If it makes you feel much better
Have a glass of homegrown wine
Don't you think it tastes fine?

Put your feet up on the fire
If it makes you feel much better
Have a glass of homegrown wine
Don't you think it tastes fine?

Tear you away, friend
On a planet to space, friend
Faster than you can think, friend
You'll be there before you know

Sit yourself down, friend
Pull up a chair, friend
There ain't nobody here, friend
But the people you need

Put your feet up on the fire
If it makes you feel much better
Have a glass of homegrown wine
Don't you think it tastes fine?

Put your feet up on the fire
If it makes you feel much better
Have a glass of homegrown wine
Don't you think it tastes fine?