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Anathema - The Story Of Them
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When friends were friends
And company was right
We'd drink and talk and sing
All through the night

Morning came leisurely and bright
Downtown we'd walk
And passers by, would shudder with delight
Mmmmmm! 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 the 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
Ummm, Lord, good times

And people say
Who are or what are, Them?
That 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, and mad
And sometimes just, a little bit sad
Yeah, they sneered an' all
But up there, we just havin' a ball
It was a gas, you know
Lord, some good times

It was kinda bad for, Them
We are, Them, take it or leave it
Do you know they took it, and it kept comin'
And we worked for the people
Sweet, sweat and the misty, misty atmosphere

Gimme another drink of beer, baby
Gotta get goin' here
Because, it was a gas
We all had good times

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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<b>Anathema - The Story Of Them</b><br><marquee direction="up" scrollamount="2" width="300"> When friends were friends<br /> And company was right<br /> We'd drink and talk and sing<br /> All through the night<br /> <br /> Morning came leisurely and bright<br /> Downtown we'd walk<br /> And passers by, would shudder with delight<br /> Mmmmmm! Good times<br /> <br /> And there was this man<br /> All the cats were there<br /> Just dirty enough to say, "We don't care"<br /> But, the management have had complaints<br /> About some cats with long, long hair<br /> "Look, look, look"<br /> And the people'd stare<br /> "Why, you won't be allowed in<br /> anywhere!"<br /> Barred from pubs, clubs and<br /> dancin' halls<br /> Made the scene at the Spanish rooms<br /> on the falls<br /> And man, four pints of that scrumpy was<br /> enough to have you, outta your mind<br /> Climbin', climbin' up the walls<br /> Out of your mind<br /> But it was a gas, all the same<br /> Ummm! Good time!<br /> <br /> Now just 'round about this time<br /> With the help of the three J's<br /> Started playin' at the Maritime<br /> That's, Jerry, Jerry and Jimmy<br /> <br /> You know they were always fine<br /> And they helped us run the Maritime<br /> Don't forget Kit, hittin' people on the head<br /> An' knockin' 'em out<br /> You know he did his best and all<br /> Was something else, then<br /> Ummm, Lord, good times<br /> <br /> And people say<br /> Who are or what are, Them?<br /> That little one sings<br /> And that big one plays the guitar<br /> With a thimble on his finger<br /> Runs it up and down the strings<br /> <br /> The bass player don't shave much<br /> I think they're all a little bit, touched<br /> But the people came<br /> And that's how we made our name<br /> Too much it was<br /> Umm, yeah, our good times<br /> <br /> Wild, sweaty, crude, ugly and, and mad<br /> And sometimes just, a little bit sad<br /> Yeah, they sneered an' all<br /> But up there, we just havin' a ball<br /> It was a gas, you know<br /> Lord, some good times<br /> <br /> It was kinda bad for, Them<br /> We are, Them, take it or leave it<br /> Do you know they took it, and it kept comin'<br /> And we worked for the people<br /> Sweet, sweat and the misty, misty atmosphere<br /> <br /> Gimme another drink of beer, baby<br /> Gotta get goin' here<br /> Because, it was a gas<br /> We all had good times<br /> <br /> Blues come rollin'<br /> Down to all your avenue<br /> Won't stop at the city hall<br /> Just a few steps away<br /> You can look up at, Maritime Hotel<br /> Just a little bit sad, gotta walk away<br /> Wish it well </marquee><br>Lyrics provided by <a href="http://www.musiclyricsatoz.com/lyrics"><u>http://www.musiclyricsatoz.com/lyrics</u></a>

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Anathema - The Story Of Them
When friends were friends
And company was right
We'd drink and talk and sing
All through the night

Morning came leisurely and bright
Downtown we'd walk
And passers by, would shudder with delight
Mmmmmm! 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 the 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
Ummm, Lord, good times

And people say
Who are or what are, Them?
That 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, and mad
And sometimes just, a little bit sad
Yeah, they sneered an' all
But up there, we just havin' a ball
It was a gas, you know
Lord, some good times

It was kinda bad for, Them
We are, Them, take it or leave it
Do you know they took it, and it kept comin'
And we worked for the people
Sweet, sweat and the misty, misty atmosphere

Gimme another drink of beer, baby
Gotta get goin' here
Because, it was a gas
We all had good times

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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