Lyrics:

(DickBoultSimmonds)Dear friend, it's been a long, long whileI've been meaning to write youBut it was never my style
But what is these days now I'm a family man.Do you blow sincere kisses to mistressesSecrets 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 t
he corner of a musty garage?That's where I keep mine, now I'm a family man.Are your horses still running whenThe bookies sh
op close?Is the band still together, did you everGet on the road?We chased the same women, we drankThe same beer.We came a
s a pair when we ran around hereHow are you these days, now you're a family man?Buy a drink for the boy in my placeAt the e
nd of the barGive 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 inAnd see me 'cos it's unlikelyI'll be round your way, 'cos I'm happy to be,Where I am, living life a
s a family manDo you still have your leathers,Or did you give them away?Do you still dream of Joni and sidewalk cafes?Is y
our Norton still running, is the old man still alive?Do you still get to Dalkeith, is your rent still as high?But I suppose y
ou've a mortgage, now you're a family man.Dear friend, it's been a long, long whileI've been meaning to write you,But it wa
s never my style.But what is these days, now I'm a family man.