What Became of the Likely Lads

Please don't get me wrong
See I forgive you with a song
We'll call the Likely Lads
But if it's left to you
I know exactly what you'd do
With all the dreams we had
'Cause blood runs thicker, oh
We're thick as thieves, you know
If it's important to you
It's important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't wanna know
But you don't want to know
If you pipe all summer long
Then get forgiven in a song
Well, that's a touch, my lad
They sold them rights to all my wrongs
And when they needed the new songs
It's "welcome back", how sad
'Cause blood runs thicker, oh
We're thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
It's important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't wanna know
You don't want to know
Oh, what became of the Likely Lads?
What became of the dreams we had?
Oh, what became of forever, though?
Oh, what became of forever, though?
But, we'll never know
Please don't get me wrong
See I forgive you in a song
We call the Likely Lads
We all bought the ones
We taught 'em all we wrote the songs
That's filled with dreams we have
But blood runs thicker, oh
We're thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
It's important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't wanna know
But you don't want to know
Oh, what became of the Likely Lads?
What became of the dreams we had?
Oh, what became of forever, though?
Oh, what became of forever, though?
We'll never know
But blood runs thicker, oh
We're thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
Yes, it's important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't wanna know
But you don't want to know
Oh, what became of the Likely Lads?
What became of the dreams we had?
Oh, what became of forever, though?
Oh, what became of forever, though?
We'll never know
The ideal girl
In London from France
Came over, then left me
She left me entranced
Now I have to get by
Once again on my own
Nothing but memories
So I remember your eyes
In their dark shade of brown
While these blue eyes of mine
They stay closed
I kissed you goodbye on the M-109
I choked as I watched the bus go, oh-oh
Choking and smoking to your angelic soul
Choking and smoking myself into a hole
Where the only way out is to sleep and to dream
And to cry out your name