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When were friends
And company was
We'd talk and talk and
All the night.
Morning leisurely and bright
Downtown we'd
And by
Would with delight
Mmmmmm!
times...
All the cats were
Just dirty to say
"we care."
But the had had complaints
About some cats with long long
"look look"
And the stare
"why, you be allowed in
Anywhere"
from pubs and clubs and

Made the scene at the rooms
At the
And man, four of that scrumpy was
Enough to you
Out of mind.
Climbing up the
Out of your
But it was a gas, all the
Now around about this time with
The of the three j's
playin' at the maritime.
That's jerry, jerry and
You know they always fine
They us run the maritime.
And forget kit
Hitting on the head and
Knockin' out
You know he did his and all
Was else...

Now say, who are
Or are them
That little one and that big
One the guitar with
A on his finger runs it up
And the strings
The bass player don't much
I think they're all a bit

But the came
And how we made our name
Too it was
Yeah, times
Wild, sweaty, crude,
And mad.
And sometimes a little bit sad
Yeah, they and all
But up there, we havin' a ball
It was a gas, you
good times...
We are the them it or leave it
You know they it
It coming
And we worked for the
sweat
And the misty misty
Gimme another drink of baby
Gotta get here...
Blues come
Down all avenue
Won't stop at the city
Just a few steps
You can up at
Maritime
a little bit sad
Gotta away
it well...