Richard Thompson - Al Bowlly's In Heaven Lyrics
Well we were heroes then, and the girls were all prettyAnd a uniform was a lucky charm, bought you the key to the cityWe used to dance the whole night throughWhile Al Bowlly sang "The Very Thought Of You"Now Bowlly's in heaven and I'm in limbo nowWell I gave my youth to king and countryBut what's my country done for me but sentenced me to miseryI traded my helmet and my parachuteFor a pair of crutches and a demob suitAl Bowlly's in heaven and I'm in limbo nowHard times, hard hard timesHostels and missions and dosser's soup linesCan't close me eyes on a bench or a bedFor the sound of some battle raging in my headOld friends, you lose so manyYou get run around, all over townThe wear and the tear, oh it just drives you downSt Mungo's with its dirty old sheetsBeats standing all day down on Scarborough StreetAl Bowlly's in heaven and I'm in limbo nowCan't stay here, you got to foot-slogOnce in a blue moon you might find a jobSleep in the rain, you sleep in the snowWhen the beds are all taken you've got nowhere to goWell I can see me now, I'm back there on the dance floorOh with a blonde on me arm, red-head to spareSpit on my shoes and shine in me hairAnd there's Al Bowlly, he's up on a standOh that was a voice and that was a bandAl Bowlly's in heaven and I'm in limbo now
