We climbed out of Mickey Roberts car.
Brag walked into this new to us bar
To be welcomed by an evening shout.
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 deepest of deep ends,
Mickey Roberts, my joker friend.
I blew it of course and we both lost the girls
My lovely lass with the flowing curls.
I Ďll never forget the 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 had a grin on my face:
This time he'd spun too far and let us down.
A lion tamer!!! And him a white faced clown!!