Born George Anthony Newley
September 24, 1931
London, England
Died April 14, 1999
Years active 1947 - 1999
Spouse(s) Ann Lynn (1956-1963)
Joan Collins (1963-1970)
Dareth Rich (1971-1989)
LUNCH WITH A FRIEND (7" 45rpm)
So he took you to lunch, did he
So he finally made his move
I had kind of a hunch
You'd run into mister smooth
Before when I saw you flirting
It was something that I dismissed
But I would've eaten my hat
If you have told me then that
Would have come down to this, somehow
He would like an affair, would he
Did he tell you about his wife
Oh he did and he said
The two of you looked alike
And he stated he'd wait forever
When you told him our love was true
But then he made you both laugh
With that old photograph
That he treasures of you, did he
Him, with his elegant learned ways
And the elegant term of phrase
Full of "meanwhile" and "furthermore"
Him, with his romeo childish charm
Chasing other men's wife for fun
Would you say that's what friends are for
Hardly
So he wants to be fair does he
And he loves me a great deal, too
He would like us to share you
Like married friends would do
Well of course I feel hurt n' angry
Not to mention the wounded pride
And if the hurtin' apart
If I think with my heart
I can't hate him inside somehow
So you met him for lunch did you
Well somehow I feel betrayed by the girl for years
For everyone suffers
When love has an hour to spare
YOU JUST LOST A LOVER
BUT I LOST A FRIEND
Lunch With A Friend - Anthony Newley (lyrics) Born George Anthony Newley
September 24, 1931
London, England
Died April 14, 1999
Years active 1947 - 1999
Spouse(s) Ann Lynn (1956-1963)
Joan Collins (1963-1970)
Dareth Rich (1971-1989)
LUNCH WITH A FRIEND (7" 45rpm)
So he took you to lunch, did he
So he finally made his move
I had kind of a hunch
You'd run into mister smooth
Before when I saw you flirting
It was something that I dismissed
But I would've eaten my hat
If you have told me then that
Would have come down to this, somehow
He would like an affair, would he
Did he tell you about his wife
Oh he did and he said
The two of you looked alike
And he stated he'd wait forever
When you told him our love was true
But then he made you both laugh
With that old photograph
That he treasures of you, did he
Him, with his elegant learned ways
And the elegant term of phrase
Full of "meanwhile" and "furthermore"
Him, with his romeo childish charm
Chasing other men's wife for fun
Would you say that's what friends are for
Hardly
So he wants to be fair does he
And he loves me a great deal, too
He would like us to share you
Like married friends would do
Well of course I feel hurt n' angry
Not to mention the wounded pride
And if the hurtin' apart
If I think with my heart
I can't hate him inside somehow
So you met him for lunch did you
Well somehow I feel betrayed by the girl for years
For everyone suffers
When love has an hour to spare
YOU JUST LOST A LOVER
BUT I LOST A FRIEND
