Put the kettle on The Dodger's here Him and me sat chatting in the sun As happy as gypsies leaving town We have a lifetime between us Over forty years of friendship And a thousand events and people Indelible memories Me teaching him his first chords Fingers stumbling on the frets Now he plays like a dream And he's taking the band Into the studio next month
All down the years It's been music and laughter And a few daft adventures A few rows but then We're both fiery characters And they were soon forgotten In favour of a laugh or a song
And now we sit in the sun Remembering old friends And "Do you remember when"s The summer of '76 was rich Guitars in the hills Writing songs and poetry Happy days, old friend Happy days indeed