I never paid him much attention
He was a private kind of man
He never gave a lot away to me
But he must have had it all
Laid out from the start
Now he's on the television every night
People talk about him all the time
It makes me wonder what I've been doing
all these years
To lose that friend of mine
He's a made man
He wears the badge of honour
Everything fell right into place
He's got the numbers to prove it
And the girl on his arm has perfect taste
People come and go in your life
I don't care much any more
I count my friends on one hand at a time
Try to keep the wolf from the door
What goes around comes around every time
Gossip won't change the behaviour
Of anyone who's got an axe to grind
It won't bring back that friend of mine
He's a made man
He wears the badge of honour
Everything fell right into place
He's got the numbers to prove it
And the girl on his arm has perfect taste
So if you've got that midas touch
Br careful not to care too much
For friends just have that certain way
Of holding on too long
He's a made man
He wears the badge of honour
Everything fell right into place
He's got the numbers to prove it
And the girl on his arm has perfect taste
I never paid him much attention
He was a private kind of man
He never gave a lot away to me
But he must have had it all
Laid out from the start
Now he's on the television every night
People talk about him all the time
It makes me wonder
what I've been doing all these years
To lose that friend of mine
He was a private kind of man
He never gave a lot away to me
But he must have had it all
Laid out from the start
Now he's on the television every night
People talk about him all the time
It makes me wonder what I've been doing
all these years
To lose that friend of mine
He's a made man
He wears the badge of honour
Everything fell right into place
He's got the numbers to prove it
And the girl on his arm has perfect taste
People come and go in your life
I don't care much any more
I count my friends on one hand at a time
Try to keep the wolf from the door
What goes around comes around every time
Gossip won't change the behaviour
Of anyone who's got an axe to grind
It won't bring back that friend of mine
He's a made man
He wears the badge of honour
Everything fell right into place
He's got the numbers to prove it
And the girl on his arm has perfect taste
So if you've got that midas touch
Br careful not to care too much
For friends just have that certain way
Of holding on too long
He's a made man
He wears the badge of honour
Everything fell right into place
He's got the numbers to prove it
And the girl on his arm has perfect taste
I never paid him much attention
He was a private kind of man
He never gave a lot away to me
But he must have had it all
Laid out from the start
Now he's on the television every night
People talk about him all the time
It makes me wonder
what I've been doing all these years
To lose that friend of mine