Chris Albery-Jones - Bistro (Place We Used to Go) Lyrics

Turning up at four fifteen
Filling up the quiz machine
Sitting on the benches out the back
Drinking pints of cider and black

Those days were legendary
But also ordinary
And there was everybody
Every Friday night

But the name won't mean a thing
To the kids in the years below
They laid the landlord off
And they're making it a bistro
I'm sure that they will serve
A cheeky little Chilean Merlot
But it just won't be the place we used to go
It will always be the place we used to go

Staking out our favourite seats
Jukebox has our song on repeat
Laughing 'til the tears roll down
Lock-ins 'til the wee small hours

The choice was elementary
A list with just one entry
And there was everybody
Every Friday night

But the name won't mean a thing
To the kids in the years below
The regulars are gone
And they're making it a bistro
I'm sure the chef will turn out
A cracking plate of escargots
But it just won't be the place we used to go
It will always be the place we used to go

I know it will never be
I know it will always be

Those days were legendary
But all so ordinary
And there was everybody
Every Friday night

But the name won't mean a thing
To the kids in the years below
'Cause all of us lot left
And they're making it a bistro
I'm sure that they will earn
A five-star rating from some gastronome
But it just won't be the place we used to go
It will always be the place we used to go