oi oi oi
Bless that summer of eighty-eight
On a bench outside the
Ot the Gate
With a sponge, spanner and rusty nail
And a nice sharp piece of string
Didn't make sense then don't make sense now
But what the ****'s it matter
Martin missed it doing time
Some with smileys and bandanas
Some trailing heavy manners
From the darts to the bookies to the phone
To the bar to the cab waiting outside
The pub changed hands and word got around
Barred nutters flooded back from miles around
It was a battleground it went off every night
Martin Martin
I'm sure he's firing somewhere
Martin Martin
fired up inside
He pushed it all two steps too far
la la la la la
Martin missed it doing time
The back bar's cheesier
Big John looks queasier
Nostalgas easier as time goes by
But that nostalga thing says
where the **** you're looking?
You just missed it doing time.
Martin Martin
I'm sure he's firing somewhere
Martin Martin
fired up inside
He pushed it all two steps too far
la la la la la
Martin missed it doing time
wow
Martin missed it doing time
wow
Martin missed it doing time
wow
Oh my missed it doing time.