ramblings and things
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!!