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There’s thinking nights and drinking nights
And nights you hope will never end
When the world seems so safe and simple
There with tried and trusted friends
 
Hawkins was just a little worried
How that night might end
Just a little worried 
About the welfare of his friends


Old Hodson stood there singing
A sad old country song
And I’m sort of stood there 
Just trying to sing along

Mike is under North Bridge
Commenting on the moonlight’s glow 
Reflected in the water
So many feet below

Just a sort of pleasant evening
That gently unrolled along
I hoped he wouldn’t fall
And the night all went wrong


And then this PC came along
in those days they were tall
With muscles in their spit
And he wasn’t impressed at all.

He said what’s going on
What’s all this about
From down below Mike yelled
We’re just hanging out.

He didn’t bat an eyelid
You’d think he hadn\t heard
Said don’t be here when I get back
Or we’ll be having a serious word.

So Mike deftly climbed back
Brushed his jacket down
And we continued to talk
As we wandered back up town

There’s thinking nights and drinking nights
And nights you hope will never end
When the world seems so safe and simple
There with tried and trusted friends



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