When friends were friends. And company was right. We'd talk and talk and sing. All through the night.. Morning came leisurely and bright. Downtown we'd walk. And passers by. Would shudder with delight. Mmmmmm!. Good times.... All the cats were there. Just dirty enough to say. "We don't care.". But the management had had complaints. About some cats with long long hair. "Look look look". And the people'd stare. "Why you won't be allowed in. anywhere". Barred from pubs and clubs and. dancehalls. Made the scene at the Spanish rooms. at the falls. And man four pints of that scrumpy was. enough to have you. Out of your mind.. Climbing up the walls. Out of your mind. But it was a gas all the same. Now just around about this time with. the help of the three J's. Started playin' at the Maritime.. That's Jerry Jerry and Jimmy. You know they were always fine. They helped us run the Maritime.. And don't forget Kit. Hitting people on the head and. knockin' them out. You know he did his best and all. Was something else.... Now people say who are. Or what are Them. That little one sings and that big. one plays the guitar with. a thumble on his finger runs it up. and down the strings. The bass player don't shave much. I think they're all a little bit. touched. But the people came. And that's how we made our name. Too much it was. Yeah good times. Wild sweaty crude ugly. And mad.. And sometimes just a little bit sad. Yeah they sneered and all. But up there we just havin' a ball. It was a gas you know. Some good times.... We are the Them take it or leave it. You know they took it. It kept coming. And we worked for the people. Sweet sweat. And the misty misty atmosphere. Gimme another drink of beer baby. Gotta get goin' here.... Blues come rollin'. Down all your avenue. Won't stop at the city hall. Just a few steps away. You can look up at. Maritime hotel. Just a little bit sad. Gotta walk away. Wish it well....