Farwell Songtext
von Rod Stewart

All dressed up on a Friday night
Getting drunk on cheap red wine
Two north London boys
Just out on the town
Catch the train up to cool Soho
The Marquee and the Flamingo
Pills and thrills and girls in heels
And Georgie Fame, yeah

Making out we were millionaires
Anything to get the girl upstairs
What was it you said?
Humour before looks works every time, oh yeah
Skinny ties and mohair suits
White boys can′t sing the blues
This was our time, our space, our songs, our generation


And I'll never know again
Someone as genuine
Someone as wonderful as you
And I can′t believe you're gone
That's why I wrote this song

Goodbye, my old friend
I′ll miss you, yes, I will
So long, my best pal
I′ll miss you, yes, I will
Oh, you
Yeah, you were like a brother to me

Take a walk down Wardour Street
In the park where we used to meet
I step inside and I imagine you're there
Dolled up in a houndstooth suit
Button-down shirt and Chelsea boots
We had a bond that should′ve lasted a lifetime

But I hope you're looking down
And I hope I made you proud
What I′d give to see you in the crowd tonight, oh yeah
And when we meet again
There will be no friends
Just you and me, now


Goodbye, my old friend
I'll miss you, yes, I will
Yeah, so long, my best pal
I′ll miss you, yes, I will
Oh, you
Yeah, you were like a brother to me

Intellect and common sense
Means nothing at all if you sit on the fence
Anarchy's for the foolhardy
Why rail against society?
Aim high, reach for the sky
How you gonna know unless you try?
These are your words, not mine

So long, old friend

Goodbye, my old friend
I'll miss you, yes, I will
Oh, so long, my best pal
I′ll miss you, yes, I will
Oh, you
Yeah, you were a brother to me