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When friends were friends
And company was right
We'd drink and talk and sing
All through the night
Morning same leisurely and bright
Downtown we'd walk
And passers by, would shudder with delight
Mmm! Good times
And there was this man
All the cats were there
Just dirty enough to say, "We don't care"
But, the management have had complaints
About some cats with long, long hair
"Look, look, look" And people'd stare
"Why, you won't be allowed in anywhere!"
Barred from pubs, clubs and dancin' halls
Made the scene at the Spanish rooms on the falls
And man, four pints of that scrumpy was enough to have you, outta your mind
Climbin', climbin' up the walls
Out of your mind
But it was a gas, all the same
Ummm! Good time!
Now just 'round about this time
With the help of the three J's
Started playin' at the Maritime
That's Jerry, Jerry and Jimmy
You know they were always fine
And they helped us run the Maritime
Don't forget Kit, hittin' people on the head
An' knockin' 'em out
You know he did his best and all
Was something else, then
Umm, Lord, good times
And people say,
Who are or what are, Them?
The little one sings
And that big one plays the guitar
With a thimble on his finger
Runs it up and down the strings
The bass player don't shave much
I think they're all a little bit touched
But the people came
And that's how we made our name
Too much it was
Umm, yeah, our good times
Wild, sweaty, crude, ugly and mad
And sometimes just, a little bit sad
Yeah, they sneered an' all
But up there, we just havin' a ball
It was gas, you know
Lord, some good times
It was kind ball for, Them
We are Them, take it or leave it
Do you know how they took it, and it kept comin'
And we worked for the people
Sweet, sweat and the misty, misty atmosphere
Blues come rollin'
Down to all your avenue
Won't stop at the city hall
Just a few steps away
You can look up at, Maritime Hotel
Just a little bit sad, gotta walk away
Wish it well
And company was right
We'd drink and talk and sing
All through the night
Morning same leisurely and bright
Downtown we'd walk
And passers by, would shudder with delight
Mmm! Good times
And there was this man
All the cats were there
Just dirty enough to say, "We don't care"
But, the management have had complaints
About some cats with long, long hair
"Look, look, look" And people'd stare
"Why, you won't be allowed in anywhere!"
Barred from pubs, clubs and dancin' halls
Made the scene at the Spanish rooms on the falls
And man, four pints of that scrumpy was enough to have you, outta your mind
Climbin', climbin' up the walls
Out of your mind
But it was a gas, all the same
Ummm! Good time!
Now just 'round about this time
With the help of the three J's
Started playin' at the Maritime
That's Jerry, Jerry and Jimmy
You know they were always fine
And they helped us run the Maritime
Don't forget Kit, hittin' people on the head
An' knockin' 'em out
You know he did his best and all
Was something else, then
Umm, Lord, good times
And people say,
Who are or what are, Them?
The little one sings
And that big one plays the guitar
With a thimble on his finger
Runs it up and down the strings
The bass player don't shave much
I think they're all a little bit touched
But the people came
And that's how we made our name
Too much it was
Umm, yeah, our good times
Wild, sweaty, crude, ugly and mad
And sometimes just, a little bit sad
Yeah, they sneered an' all
But up there, we just havin' a ball
It was gas, you know
Lord, some good times
It was kind ball for, Them
We are Them, take it or leave it
Do you know how they took it, and it kept comin'
And we worked for the people
Sweet, sweat and the misty, misty atmosphere
Blues come rollin'
Down to all your avenue
Won't stop at the city hall
Just a few steps away
You can look up at, Maritime Hotel
Just a little bit sad, gotta walk away
Wish it well
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