Just turned thirty, left work early
Heading for the 'Grape and Grain'
Cut across Shorty, gone bald, grown portly
Just off the London train
We raised our hands in all the old pubs
Staggered down the road to The Domino Club
Whiskey chasers, downhill racers
Talking about the good old days
Drainpipe trousers, two rabble rousers
Speeding round for seven days
Sights held high
We're on the razzle, guy!
'Isn't that Daisy? Didn't you?...' 'maybe...'
'The night of the Jubilee bash
Take another chance, ask her to dance
I'll get them to play the Clash'
The DJ played 'Complete Control'
The kids started dancing, the place went out of control
Whiskey chasers, downhill racers
Talking about the good old days
Drainpipe trousers, two rabble rousers
Speeding round for seven days
Sights held high
We're on the razzle, guy!
Bouncers come over, started getting sober
Shorty recognized an old face
'That guy jumped me at some squat party
Years ago in Bedford Place...'
Soon the pints were spilled
Then the faces were filled
Two Casanovas, early hangovers
Telephone call to the boss
Facing the morning, last written warning
Tongue feels like candy floss
Shorty went back at the end of the day
I never liked him that much anyway
Whiskey chasers, downhill racers
Talking about the good old days
Drainpipe trousers, two rabble rousers
Speeding round for seven days
Sights held high
We're on the razzle, guy!