One roaring morning at the break of day Me and my buddy were still wired awake Though the fog was freezing and the streets were cold We went hell for leather up the coastal road Stopped the Honda on a cliff, my buddy threw up, I rolled a spliff In the glorious autumn of our roaring days
The mist made haloes in our hair As we came down slowly through the market square A fresh fruit trader gave us one plum each We sucked and swaggered till we hit the beach Shouting down the esplanade Two shifty misfits acting hard In the glorious autumn Of our Roaring Days
The tide comes in, the tide goes out We go our separate ways Our roaring twenties came and went And vanished in a haze Driven, drunken, discontent Our oats were sown, our savings spent In the glorious autumn, of our Roaring Days
In a jacked-up Datsun gleaming on the slip Saw a teenage greaser eating eel and chips We admired his styling, how we laughed and lied Till he asked my buddy if we'd like a ride Radio blazing Queen and Quo, all greased up, no place to go In that glorious autumn of our Roaring Days
The tide comes in, the tide goes out We go our separate ways Our roaring twenties came and went And vanished in a haze Driven, drunken, discontent Our oats were sown, our savings spent In the glorious autumn, of our Roaring Days
We were deaf and selfish, we were smug and dumb And our bleak mid-winter, it was still to come My buddy turned ugly and so did I
He took my money and never said goodbye But in my daydreams now and then I long to wake up once again In the glorious autumn of our roaring days
The tide comes in, the tide goes out We go our separate ways Our roaring twenties came and went And vanished in a haze Driven, drunken, discontent Our oats were sown, our savings spent In the glorious autumn, of our Roaring DaysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
