Texty: Fish. Dear Friend.

Dear friend, it's been a long, long while
I've been meaning to write you
But it was never my style
But what is these days now I'm a family man

You blow sincere kisses to mistresses secrets on afternoons
Do you wear your disguises, feign the surprises
At the questions she asks when she dares to accuse?
Does your past lie under the dust sheet
In the corner of a musty garage?
That's where I keep mine now, now I'm a family man

Are your horses still running when the bookies shop close?
Is the band still together, did you ever get on the road?
We chased the same women and we drank the same beer
We came as a pair when we ran around here
How are your these days, now you're a family man?

Buy a drink for the boy in my place at the end of the bar
Give my regards to Nina, slam a tequila
I'll write you at Christmas or I'll send you a card
But if you pass by, you're welcome to drop in and see me
'Cos it's unlikely I'll be round your way
'Cos I'm happy to be where I am, living life as a family man

Do you still have your leathers or did you give them away?
Do you still dream of Joni and sidewalk cafes?
Is your Norton still running, is the old man still alive?
Do you still get to Dalkeith, is your rent still as high?
But I suppose you've a mortgage, now you're a family man

Dear friend, it's been a long, long while
I've been meaning to write you
But it was never my style
But what is these days, now I'm a family man
Now I'm a family man
Now I'm a family man