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Mickey Roberts



 



Me and Mickey Roberts climbed out of his car.



And me and Mickey Roberts brag walked into this bar



Only to be greeted by a welcoming shout.



It seemed the old landlord was moving out



And the first few beers were gratis 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 admiring eye.



I must be very brave she thought



How and on earth was my job taught 



And Mickey stood there with his big daft grin



And I knew once again he’d dropped me in



 



At the very deepest of deep ends,



Mickey Roberts, my joker friend.



I blew it of course and we lost both 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 chortled all the way back to base



And I suppose I had a grin on my face



The very next day Mickey was gone



The army in its wisdom having moved him on



Since that night I’ve not seen him again



But over all these years I still remember when



Mickey spun his yarn and I'd let us down.



But me a lion tamer, him a white faced clown



 



 



 



 



 



 




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