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(Dick/Boult/Simmonds) |
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Dear friend, it's been a long, long while |
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I've been meaning to write you |
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But it was never my style |
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But what is these days now I'm a family man. |
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Do you blow sincere kisses to mistresses |
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Secrets in afternoons? |
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Do you wear your disguises, feign the surprises, |
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At the questions she asks when she dares to accuse? |
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Does your past lie under a dustsheet, |
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In the corner of a musty garage? |
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That's where I keep mine, now I'm a family man. |
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Are your horses still running when |
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The bookies shop close? |
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Is the band still together, did you ever |
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Get on the road? |
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We chased the same women, we drank |
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The same beer. |
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We came as a pair when we ran around here |
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How are you these days, now you're a family man? |
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Buy a drink for the boy in my place |
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At the end of the bar |
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Give my regards to Nina, slam a tequila, |
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I'll write you at Christmas or I'll send you a card, |
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And if you pass by you're welcome to drop in |
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And see me 'cos it's unlikely |
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I'll be round your way, 'cos I'm happy to be, |
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Where I am, living life as a family man |
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Do you still have your leathers, |
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Or did you give them away? |
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Do you still dream of Joni and sidewalk cafes? |
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Is your Norton still running, is the old man still alive? |
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Do you still get to Dalkeith, is your rent still as high? |
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But I suppose you've a mortgage, now you're a family man. |
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Dear friend, it's been a long, long while |
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I've been meaning to write you, |
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But it was never my style. |
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But what is these days, now I'm a family man. |
