We were born by the Thames' running water, sons of the social disorder Go to school, get a job, be a fool or a yob and prepare yourself for gaol But we tired of the constant surrender to those with a hidden agenda So we fought with the best, now it's time for a rest as we say our last farewell
[Chorus] Goodbye, we're calling it day, we're having it away, we're gonna say goodbye Goodbye, there's nothing left to say, we're getting in the way We're gonna say goodbye
For the holidays in Devon, for the spirit of seventy-seven For the laughs and the ligs and the drinks and the gigs And the making of the fuss For the friends who knew just where to find us For the mates who were always behind us When you're next in a pub or a bar or a club, have a drink on us Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
