Well we were heroes then and the girls were all pretty. And a uniform was a lucky charm bought you the key to the city. We used to dance the whole night through. While Al Bowlly sang "The Very Thought Of You". Now Bowlly's in heaven and I'm in limbo now. Well I gave my youth to king and country. But what's my country done for me but sentenced me to misery. I traded my helmet and my parachute. For a pair of crutches and a demob suit. Al Bowlly's in heaven and I'm in limbo now. Hard times hard hard times. Hostels and missions and dosser's soup lines. Can't close me eyes on a bench or a bed. For the sound of some battle raging in my head. Old friends you lose so many. You get run around all over town. The wear and the tear oh it just drives you down. St Mungo's with its dirty old sheets. Beats standing all day down on Scarborough Street. Al Bowlly's in heaven and I'm in limbo now. Can't stay here you got to foot-slog. Once in a blue moon you might find a job. Sleep in the rain you sleep in the snow. When the beds are all taken you've got nowhere to go. Well I can see me now I'm back there on the dance floor. Oh with a blonde on me arm red-head to spare. Spit on my shoes and shine in me hair. And there's Al Bowlly he's up on a stand. Oh that was a voice and that was a band. Al Bowlly's in heaven and I'm in limbo now