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 [bad word] 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
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 the rights to all the wrongs
And when they knew you'd give me songs [bad word] back, I sang 

But [bad word] 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?
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 [bad word] 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?
Oh what became of forever?
We'll never know! 

But [bad word] thicker oh 
we're as thick as theives you know
if that's important to you
yes it's important to me
I tried to make you see
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?
Oh what became of forever?
We'll never know! 

The ideal girl in London from France
Came over and 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 their unique shade of brown
while these blue eyes of mine they stay closed
I kissed you goodbye on the N109
choked as I watched the bus go

Choking in smoke in to your angelic soul
Choking and smoking myself in to a hole
Where the only way out is to sleep and to dream 
And to cry out your name