Farewell

All dressed up on a Friday night Getting drunk on cheap red wine Two north London boys Just out on the town Catch the train up to cool Soho The Marquee and the Flamingo Pills and thrills 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, oh 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 Wardour Street In the park where we used to meet I step inside and I imagine you're there Dolled up in a houndstooth suit Button-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, oh yeah And when we meet again There will be no friends 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 nothing at all if you sit on the fence Anarchy's 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 Oh, so long, my best pal I'll miss you, yes, I will Oh, you Yeah, you were a brother to me