My best friend is a bright orange Mustang, driving well over the speed limit with two flats.
My best friend is a set of bagpipes, bought not so long ago but so very well used, with one bag missing, and so refusing to behave.
My best friend is a television show full of car chases; lacking a plot line, but fun to watch all the same.
My best friend is a partly cloudy day, keeping in the cool, the secrets, but shining ever so brightly.
My best friend is a bright ginger cat with a patch of white, lazing in the sun, who isn’t afraid to catch a mouse – to work for himself.
My best friend is a dawdle along the beach, but with a place to go, watching the waves while slowly reaching the destination.
He is my treasure chest, my panic room, my rolling dice, my everlasting inside joke, my punk rocker who never stops trying to be different.
My best friend is your old wedding dress, battered but beautiful, always sitting at the back of the cupboard, waiting for you.
My best friend is your favourite mug, knocked about but always loved; by you at least.
My best friend is that last book you need in the bookcase, always trying to fit in but never quite doing it.
My best friend is a boring novel at first, but then becomes more and more exciting and becomes the best you’ve ever read.
My best friend is Superman, from another planet, but still pure-hearted.
My best friend is that sock that goes missing, then turns out to be under your bed all along.
He is blind to flaws, deaf to lies, though always listening to the problems of others.
My best friend is a painting by Picasso, weird to look at, but so interesting if you pay attention.
My best friend is a holey toe-sock – overused, wacky, colourful and fun, not all there, but still so useful.
He is a guiding light, a morning star, a snooze button, a day off work, an unmade bed, a cold-morning sleep-in.
My best friend is an angel in disguise.

I’m gonna introduce you to Mac,
He’s a good mate of mine.
He’s coming from work soon, but then he’ll go back,
He doesn’t have a lot of time.

He’s a real nice guy,
He’s working for his whole family’s food.
He’ll probably be a bit fried,
But he’s always in a good mood.

I’ve known him since we were just small,
We were always messin’ about.
Oh, by the way, he’s very tall,
And he’s always kinda stood out.

Our neighbourhood wasn’t very nice,
But it never bothered him.
Most people looked at him twice,
But he never got sad or grim.

He was always kinda good at school,
Now he’s got a real good job.
Sure, he wasn’t all that cool,
But soon he’ll be a big knob.

He should be here any minute,
I think you like him too.
Oh, that rubbish, I’ll just bin it,
Yeah, he’ll like you.
Listen, he’s at the door,
I’m glad he came to visit today.

Oh, wait, just before,
There’s one last thing I forgot to say.
My friend Mac is absolutely great,
He’s definitely my best mate.

It’s just, and, you know,
I don’t want you to go,
But my mate Mac,
He’s black.

He’s still the best guy I’ve ever met,
So please, don’t be a fool,
And don’t fret,
And please, please, don’t be cruel.