Farewell

All dressed up on a Friday night

Gettin' drunk on cheap red wine

Two North London boys, just out on the town

Catch a train up to cool Soho

The Maquis and The Flamingo

Pills and shrills and girls in their heels and judge everything, yeah

They got we were millionaires

Anything to get the girl upstairs

What was the use in humor before?

Looks works every time, ah, yeah

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 Walter Street

In the park where we used to meet

I step inside and I imagine you're there

Dolled up in a Hansen suit

Button down shirt and chelsea boots

We had a bond that shoulda lasted a lifetime

But I hope you're lookin' down

And I hope I've made you proud

What I'd give to see you in the crowd tonight, ah, yeah

And when we meet again

There will be no fame, just you and me now

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 nothin' at all if you sit on the fence

Anarchy's for the foolhardy

Why live 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

Oh, so long, my best pal

I'll miss you, yes, I will

Oh, you, yeah you

Were a brother to me