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Mickey Roberts
Me and Mickey Roberts Climbed from his car. And me and Mickey Robert’s Brag walked to this bar Only to be greeted by This welcoming shout. The old landlord it seemed Was moving out And the first few beers Were gratis free Even for strangers Like Mickey and me. Those two young girls Just standing there Mine had long dark Dark flowing hair And a pair of lips Just needing a kiss. This could be A night of bliss. I couldn’t understand, Couldn’t think why She looked at me With admiring eye. I must be very brave She thought, How and on earth Was my job taught. Mickey stood there with his big daft grin And I knew once again He’d dropped me in The deepest of deep ends, Mickey Roberts, My joker friend. I blew it of course And we lost both the girls My lovely lass With the flowing curls. I’ll never forget The slap on my face Before they stormed Out of that place 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: The very next day Micky was gone The army in its wisdom Had moved him on. I never ever met or Saw Mickey again But over all those years I still remember when Micky spun his yarn And I let him down, But really, me a lion tamer, Him a white faced clown!!
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