Cock Sparrer - Goodbye Lyrics




We were born by the Thames' running water
Sons of the social disorder
Go to school, get a job, be a fool or a yob
And prepare yourself for gaol
But we tired of the constant surrender
To those with a hidden agenda
So we fought with the best, now it's time for a rest
As we say our last farewell

Goodbye
We're calling it day
We're having it away
We're gonna say goodbye
Goodbye
There's nothing left to say
We're getting in the way
We're gonna say goodbye

For the holidays in Devon
For the spirit of seventy-seven
For the laughs and the ligs and the drinks and the gigs
And the making of the fuss
For the friends who knew just where to find us
For the mates who were always behind us
When you're next in a pub or a bar or a club
Have a beer on us

Goodbye
We're calling it day
We're having it away
We're gonna say goodbye
Goodbye
There's nothing left to say
We're getting in the way
We're gonna say goodbye

Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye

For the friends who knew just where to find us
For the mates who were always behind us
When you're next in a pub or a bar or a club
Have a beer on us

Goodbye
We're calling it day
We're having it away
We're gonna say goodbye
Goodbye
There's nothing left to say
We're getting in the way
We're gonna say goodbye
Goodbye
We're calling it day
We're having it away
We're gonna say goodbye
Goodbye
There's nothing left to say
We're getting in the way
We're gonna say goodbye

Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye





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