Mike Dobie - Let the Good Times Roll Lyrics

So Let the good times roll in Margate Brighton Camber sands and Canvey island
Little "Erbert" Kenney Ward... Stepney born never been abroad

But he never seems to sadden... at seven years old he bumped into Alladdin
On the corner of cable Street
His freezing cold bum on the outside toilet seat

Its all in the minds eye the memories we hide inside
And your nut will go all flaky to the air raid sirens wailing
Its all in the minds eye the memories we keep inside
And the nut that went all flaky with the air raid siren wailing

So bang the drums with Stanleys brother... Steve and Mac don't need no others...
5 feet 4 with 4/4 Beat and clothes to kill for on Commercial Street

And all the Faces looked like brothers
Management lies to your fathers and your mothers
And if there is no swing it aint worth a thing
Bass drum snare drum Tom Tom rattling

Its all in the minds eye the feelings you keep inside
And your nut it went all all flaky and you find your only calling
Its all in the minds eye the memories we keep inside
And the nut that went all flaky with the air raid siren wailing

Sha La La La La Lah...