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 can't sing the blues. This was our time our space our songs our generation. And I'll never know again. Someone as genuine. Someone as wonderful as you. And I can't believe you're gone. That's why I wrote this song. Goodbye my old friend. I'll miss you yes I will. So long my best pal. I'll 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 you're there. Dolled up in a hound's-tooth suit. Buttoned down shirt and Chelsea boots. We had a bond that should've lasted a lifetime. But I hope you're looking down. And I hope I made you proud. What I'd give to see you in the crowd tonight ahh yeah. And when we meet again. There will be no end. Just me and you man. Goodbye my old friend. I'll miss you yes I will. Yeah so long my best pal. I'll 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. I'll miss you yes I will. So long my best pal. I'll miss you yes I will. Oh you yeah you. Were a brother to me