All dressed up on a Friday nightGetting drunk on cheap red wineTwo north London boys just out on the townCatch a train up to cool SohoThe Marquee and The FlamingoPills and chills and girls in heels and Georgie Fame, yeahMaking out we were millionairesAnything to get the girl upstairsWhat was it you said, humour before looks works every timeSkinny ties and mohair suitsWhite boys can't sing the bluesThis was our time, our space, our songs, our generationAnd I'll never know againSomeone as genuineSomeone as wonderful as youAnd I can't believe you're goneThat's why I wrote this songGoodbye my old friendI'll miss you, yes, I willSo long my best palI'll miss you, yes, I willOh you, yeah youWere like a brother to meTake a walk down Wardour streetIn the pub where we used to meetI step inside and I imagine you're thereDolled up in a hound's-tooth suitButtoned down shirt and Chelsea bootsWe had a bond that should've lasted a lifetimeBut I hope you're looking downAnd I hope I made you proudWhat I'd give to see you in the crowd tonight, ahh yeahAnd when we meet againThere will be no endJust me and you manGoodbye my old friendI'll miss you, yes, I willYeah, so long my best palI'll miss you, yes, I willOh you, yeah youWere like a brother to meIntellect and common senseMeans nothing at all if you sit on the fenceAnarchy is for the foolhardyWhy rail against societyAim high, reach for the skyHow you gonna know unless you tryThese are your words, not mineSo long old friendGoodbye my old friendI'll miss you, yes, I willSo long my best palI'll miss you, yes, I willOh you, yeah youWere a brother to me
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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 me
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