Haze (UK) - Cla**ic Rock Bar lyrics

I was playing on stage when i heard the news the night that mad sa** died Took the boys out the back ran through the chords of free electric band & we played for the lives, played for the times, played for the memory of the big man, I don't think we'll see his like again, no not again There was buffy & toastie the ginger twats, Birley mick bona & martin, hippy phil, splodge, les, rob tarana, spider, wolfie & sarah. Little chris, fred, lez, anna & Ed, sergio & paul pearson too! And a little old lady from the flats round the back, just don't tell the kids she's down the CRB There were Chavs with bags of stolen booze, in black & yellow carriers Friday night kids heading for the coop, stop by for a shandy or two Music playing every night sa** at the helm with a pint or eight of baccardi & coke his bike stood in the corner, hey you'd better not touch! We had all day barbeques and charity gigs bikers from the long riders, folkies, hippy's goths & druids, even Morris dancers too A sign that says no suits allowed, but warning, may contain nuts Misfits, bikers, dreamers, musos, poets, & drummers too in the the CRB Every Monday night we'd go the good the bad the ugly Easy rider £1.50 a pint at the open mic And some cant sing and some cant play, but no one really cares And the greatest stage that I ever played, was on the sticky carpet at the CRB A derelict bar made home for the homeless, The Buffer made jolly again From tuxedo blue to the Yorkshireman k**ed by the people who shut him down And I don't think we'll see his likes again no not again In the summer of 2005 bikes roared across the city, From ecclesall road to grenoside stopping for a pint on the way Harleys, triumphs, trikes & hogs you could hear 'em from afar Standing room only in the chapel of rest and eoin teather played Moon River, Raise a can of special brew for Sa**, Sa** and all of the crew down the Cla**ic Rock Bar We gathered there by candlelight a vigil for the past Guitars & bikes & cans of booze, wrote tributes on the walls But now there's just a pile of bricks and we're a poorer quieter town Coz we lost the man who brought it all together, brought us all together at the cla**ic rock bar We've lost more than I think we'll ever know, but you never know, not down the CRB