ramblings and things
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