Flipcyide Follow

And company was right
We'd talk and talk and sing
All through the night

Morning came leisurely and bright
Downtown we'd walk and passers by
Would shudder with delight
Mm, good times

All the cats were there
Just dirty enough to say, "We don't care"
But the management had had complaints
About some cats with long long hair

"Look, look, look" and the people'd stare
"Why you won't be allowed in anywhere?"
Barred from pubs and clubs and dance halls
Made the scene at the Spanish rooms at the falls

And man, four pints of that scrumpy was
Enough to have you out of your mind
Climbing up the walls, out of your mind
But it was a gas, all the same

Now just around about this time with
The help of the three J's
Started playin' at the Maritime

That's Jerry, Jerry and Jimmy
You know, they were always fine
They helped us run the Maritime

And don't forget Kit
Hitting people on the head
And knockin' them out
You know, he did his best and all
Was something else

Now people say, who are or what are Them
That little one sings and that big one plays the guitar with
A thumble on his finger runs it up and down the strings
The bass player don't shave much
I think they're all a little bit touched

But the people came and that's how we made our name
Too much it was, yeah, good times
Wild, sweaty, crude, ugly and mad
And sometimes just a little bit sad

Yeah, they sneered and all
But up there, we just havin' a ball
It was a gas, you know
Some good times

We are the Them, take it or leave it
You know they took it, it kept coming
And we worked for the people

Sweet, sweat
And the misty misty atmosphere
Gimme another drink of beer, baby
Gotta get goin' here

Blues come rollin' down all your avenue
Won't stop at the city hall, just a few steps away
You can look up at Maritime hotel
Just a little bit sad, gotta walk away
Wish it well

And company was right
We'd talk and talk and sing