Laughs and jokes
And drinks and smokes,
And no lights on the stairs.
We were young, so young
And always broke,
Not that we ever cared,
Not that we ever cared.
Well, the holes in the walls
Were such a lot.
Welcome to London town.
But when you're new to it all,
And you think you're hot,
You're not planning on hanging around.
People would go on their different ways.
I left to start a band.
A note came through the letter box
In your childlike hand.
Oh, laughs and jokes
And drinks and smokes,
And no lights on the stairs.
We were young, so young
And always broke,
Not that we ever cared,
Not that we ever cared.
One day I rode to where you were,
The doorbell jangled a note.
They buzzed me in,
I climbed the stairs
In my boots and leather coat.
There's an old brass
Standing there at the top
Without her witch's broom.
It almost seemed like a knocking shop,
When the girls came out of their rooms.
And they all stood around
And stared at me,
Two brunettes and a blonde,
Then the old brass shrugged and said:
We don't know where she's gone.
Later on I picked up the ball,
And I took off down the line.
I suppose by then I'd realized,
You'd run into hard times.
Oh, laughs and jokes
And drinks and smokes,
And no lights on the stairs.
We were young, so young
And always broke,
Not that we ever cared,
Not that we ever cared.