All dressed up on a Friday night Getting drunk on cheap red wine Two north London boys just out on the town Catch a train up to cool Soho The Marquee and The Flamingo Pills and chills and girls in heels and Georgie Fame, yeah
Making out we were millionaires Anything to get the girl upstairs What was it you said, humour before looks works every time Skinny ties and mohair suits White boys can't sing the blues This was our time, our space, our songs, our generation
And I'll never know again Someone as genuine Someone as wonderful as you And I can't believe you're gone That's why I wrote this song
Goodbye my old friend I'll miss you, yes, I will So long my best pal I'll miss you, yes, I will Oh you, yeah you Were like a brother to me
Take a walk down Wardour street In the pub where we used to meet I step inside and I imagine you're there Dolled up in a hound's-tooth suit Buttoned down shirt and Chelsea boots We had a bond that should've lasted a lifetime But I hope you're looking down And I hope I made you proud What I'd give to see you in the crowd tonight, ahh yeah And when we meet again There will be no end Just me and you man
Goodbye my old friend I'll miss you, yes, I will Yeah, so long my best pal I'll miss you, yes, I will Oh you, yeah you Were like a brother to me
Intellect and common sense Means nothing at all if you sit on the fence Anarchy is for the foolhardy Why rail against society Aim high, reach for the sky How you gonna know unless you try These are your words, not mine
So long old friend
Goodbye my old friend I'll miss you, yes, I will So long my best pal I'll miss you, yes, I will Oh you, yeah you Were a brother to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
