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 cant sing the blues
This was our time, our space, our songs, our generation
And Ill never know again
Someone as genuine
Someone as wonderful as you
And I cant believe youre gone
Thats why I wrote this song
Goodbye my old friend
Ill miss you, yes, I will
So long my best pal
Ill 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 youre there
Dolled up in a hounds-tooth suit
Buttoned down shirt and Chelsea boots
We had a bond that shouldve lasted a lifetime
But I hope youre looking down
And I hope I made you proud
What Id give to see you in the crowd tonight, ah yeah
And when we meet again
There will be no end
Just me and you, man
Goodbye my old friend
Ill miss you, yes, I will
Yeah, so long my best pal
Ill 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
Ill miss you, yes, I will
Oh, so long my best pal
Ill miss you, yes, I will
Oh you, yeah you
Were a brother to me.