Mickey Roberts

Me and Mickey Roberts 

Climbed out of  his car.

And me and Mickey Roberts

Brag walked into this new bar

Only to be greeted 

By a welcoming shout.

It seemed the old landlord 

Was moving out

And the first beer or two were free

Even for strangers like Mickey and me.

Oh those two young girls standing there

Mine had long dark dark curly hair

And a pair of lips I ached to kiss.

Things were shaping for a night of bliss.

I didn’t understand, didn’t think why

She looked at me with such tender eye.

I must be very brave she thought

How and on earth was my job taught 

And Mickey  stood there with his daft grin

And then I knew  again he’d dropped me in

At the very deepest of deep ends,

Mickey Roberts, my joker friend.

For Mickey’s tales kept you on the hop

And Mickey never knew when to stop.

I blew it of course 

And we both lost the girls

My lovely lass 

With the flowing curls.

I ‘ll never forget that slap on my face

Before they stormed out of that place

And all the bar laughed as I turned red

Trying not to hang my head.

Mickey just chortled  

All the way back to base

And I suppose I too had

A sort of grin on my face:

This time he’d spun too far 

And I’d let us down.

But me a lion tamer!!! 

And him a white faced clown!!