- Votes:
- Composer:
- Van Morrison
 
- Genres:
- Blues
 
- Tags:
- deram
 
- See also:
Them - The Story Of Them lyrics
When friends were friends
 And company was right
 We'd drink 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
 And there was this man
 All the cats were there
 Just dirty enough to say, "We don't care"
 But, the management have 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, clubs and
 dancin' halls
 Made the scene at the Spanish rooms
 on the falls
 And man, four pints of that scrumpy was
 enough to have you, outta your mind
 Climbin', climbin' up the walls
 Out of your mind
 But it was a gas, all the same
 Ummm! Good time!
 Now just 'round 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
 And they helped us run the Maritime
 Don't forget Kit, hittin' people on the head
 An' knockin' 'em out
 You know he did his best and all
 Was something else, thenThem - The Story Of Them - http://motolyrics.com/them/the-story-of-them-lyrics.html
 Ummm, Lord, good times
 And people say
 Who are or what are, Them?
 That little one sings
 And that big one plays the guitar
 With a thimble 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
 Umm, yeah, our good times
 Wild, sweaty, crude, ugly and, and mad
 And sometimes just, a little bit sad
 Yeah, they sneered an' all
 But up there, we just havin' a ball
 It was a gas, you know
 Lord, some good times
 It was kinda bad for, Them
 We are, Them, take it or leave it
 Do you know they took it, and it kept comin'
 And we worked for the people
 Sweet, sweat and the misty, misty atmosphere
 Gimme another drink of beer, baby
 Gotta get goin' here
 Because, it was a gas
 We all had good times
 Blues come rollin'
 Down to 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













