Frisco’s it is up
for sale, the first time for a while
When I saw it in
the paper, to my face it brought a smile
I’ve memories
that go back a bit, to 1981
When I first came
to Sydney, and discovered the house of fun
Paul he was the
publican, JB and Helen served the beer
We’d shoot down
there at lunchtime, and at four we’d re-appear
Five schooners in
an hour, and I was just a pup
My shipmates they
put me to shame, Giles and Happy chalked ‘em up
A famous early
opener, we’d go down on Saturday at six
With the jazz
band in the corner, playing all their tricks
I remember
playing eight ball, sometimes we even used a cue
That versatile pool
table, it sure entertained a few
The years they
passed, the bar it moved, upstairs they turned out food
Downstairs it was
just the same, where the sailors made the mood
Plasma TVs on the
walls, some pokies came and went
The only thing
that I recall was the layout of the gents
Fifteen years of living
life, between schooners at the bar
But I sauntered
in a month ago and it was like I’d not been far
I miss the old
days, I miss my mates, I was twenty and life was grand
I miss drinking
beer at 6 AM, and boy I miss that band
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