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Til the very end We'll be just as friends I've known you better You've seen my worst So let's invent worse  When a good night flounders and it's over How good it was I tend to know By adding up or rounding down The evenings count of jokes  Me and my hilkshare are trying that team deciphered by other gangs That's the thing I love about my fine brothers in slang If it's got a funny story which mentions me It's not for others in ear splash It's ours, it's mad, it's many hours spent laughing at events past  We smirk or outsmart the quirk that will spark  The word which we will laugh at It sparks around the crowd this work of art which we have found  Til the very end We'll be just as friends I've known you better You've seen my worst So let's invent worse  I love the craze of the latest phrase Amazing mungrels of conjoinment Crazy paving saying are a joy to say with mates And girls all love the lingo They curl right up and bingo They go that extra smile And they go that whole damn smock I mean it though a joke from that one like that one was wrong It makes no sense really Shorten to a word and then to a nod That is friendship to me The secret handshake of three mad mates It makes me pleased to share traits In understanding absurdities that mean our brains play  Til the very end We'll be just as friends I've known you better You've seen my worst So let's invent worse