When friends were friends And company was right We'd talk 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... All the cats were there Just dirty enough to say "We don't care." But the management had 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 and clubs and dancehalls Made the scene at the Spanish rooms at the falls And man, four pints of that scrumpy was enough to have you Out of your mind. Climbing up the walls Out of your mind But it was a gas, all the same Now just around 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 They helped us run the Maritime. And don't forget Kit Hitting people on the head and knockin' them out You know he did his best and all Was something else... Now people say, who are Or what are Them That little one sings and that big one plays the guitar with a thumble 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 Yeah, good times Wild, sweaty, crude, ugly And mad. And sometimes just a little bit sad Yeah, they sneered and all But up there, we just havin' a ball It was a gas, you know Some good times... We are the Them take it or leave it You know they took it It kept coming And we worked for the people Sweet sweat And the misty misty atmosphere Gimme another drink of beer baby Gotta get goin' here... Blues come rollin' Down 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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