Goodbye

<br>We were born by the Thames` running water, sons of the social disorder <br>Go to school, get a job, be a fool or a yob and prepare yourself for gaol <br>But we tired of the constant surrender to those with a hidden agenda <br>So we fought with the best, now it`s time for a rest as we say our last farewell <br><br>[Chorus]<br>Goodbye, we`re calling it day, we`re having it away, we`re gonna say goodbye <br>Goodbye, there`s nothing left to say, we`re getting in the way <br>We`re gonna say goodbye <br><br>For the holidays in Devon, for the spirit of seventy-seven <br>For the laughs and the ligs and the drinks and the gigs <br>And the making of the fuss <br>For the friends who knew just where to find us <br>For the mates who were always behind us <br>When you`re next in a pub or a bar or a club, have a drink on us <br><br>[Chorus]