Roaring

One roaring morning at the break of day

Me and my buddy were still wired awake

Though the fog was freezing and the streets were cold

We went hell for leather up the coastal road

Stopped the Honda on a cliff, my buddy threw up, I rolled a spliff

In the glorious autumn of our roaring days

The mist made haloes in our hair

As we came down slowly through the market square

A fresh fruit trader gave us one plum each

We sucked and swaggered till we hit the beach

Shouting down the esplanade

Two shifty misfits acting hard

In the glorious autumn

Of our Roaring Days

The tide comes in, the tide goes out

We go our separate ways

Our roaring twenties came and went

And vanished in a haze

Driven, drunken, discontent

Our oats were sown, our savings spent

In the glorious autumn, of our Roaring Days

In a jacked-up Datsun gleaming on the slip

Saw a teenage greaser eating eel and chips

We admired his styling, how we laughed and lied

Till he asked my buddy if we'd like a ride

Radio blazing Queen and Quo, all greased up, no place to go

In that glorious autumn of our Roaring Days

The tide comes in, the tide goes out

We go our separate ways

Our roaring twenties came and went

And vanished in a haze

Driven, drunken, discontent

Our oats were sown, our savings spent

In the glorious autumn, of our Roaring Days

We were deaf and selfish, we were smug and dumb

And our bleak mid-winter, it was still to come

My buddy turned ugly and so did I

He took my money and never said goodbye

But in my daydreams now and then I long to wake up once again

In the glorious autumn of our roaring days

The tide comes in, the tide goes out

We go our separate ways

Our roaring twenties came and went

And vanished in a haze

Driven, drunken, discontent

Our oats were sown, our savings spent

In the glorious autumn, of our Roaring Days