Lyrics:

(dick/boult/simmonds)


Dear friend, it's been a long, long while

I've been meaning to write you

But it was never my style

But what is these days now I'm a family man.


Do you blow sincere kisses to mistresses

Secrets in afternoons?

Do you wear your disguises, feign the surprises,

At the questions she asks when she dares to accuse?

Does your past lie under a dustsheet,

In the corner of a musty garage?

That's where I keep mine, now I'm a family man.


Are your horses still running when

The bookies shop close?

Is the band still together, did you ever

Get on the road?

We chased the same women, we drank

The same beer.

We came as a pair when we ran around here

How are you these days, now you're a family man?


Buy a drink for the boy in my place

At the end of the bar

Give my regards to nina, slam a tequila,

I'll write you at christmas or I'll send you a card,

And if you pass by you're welcome to drop in

And see me 'cos it's unlikely

I'll be round your way, 'cos I'm happy to be,

Where I am, living life as a family man


Do you still have your leathers,

Or did you give them away?

Do you still dream of joni and sidewalk cafes?

Is your norton still running, is the old man still alive?

Do you still get to dalkeith, is your rent still as high?

But I suppose you've a mortgage, now you're a family man.


Dear friend, it's been a long, long while

I've been meaning to write you,

But it was never my style.

But what is these days, now I'm a family man.