My Friend Robert Bradley Lyrics

My friend Robert Bradley he was good he was bad

He was like the older brother that I never had

Many were the ways that we found to pass the time

Birds of a feather partners in crime

Last two years at Junior School he came into our class

We hit it off right from the start like it was written in the stars

His cheerful optimism was infectious to me

And will live on forever in my long term memory

He was built like a brick you know what and I was pencil thin

Like Laurel and Hardy we were a team back then

His mum put him on a diet but he had a cunning plan

He brought sausages round to our house and fried them in our pan

My friend Robert Bradley he was good he was bad

He was like the older brother that I never had

Many were the ways that we found to pass the time

Birds of a feather partners in crime

The fields behind his house they led down to the stream

School holidays I remember we played out many a scene

We made catapults that fired a marble a good 100 yards

And no one ever found out who broke all that greenhouse glass

Those sticks and stones they took their toll and caused many a fright

But everything went on hold coming up to Guy Fawkes night

We emptied out the gunpowder from 20 bangers or more

Made a cannon from a lead pipe which fired a golf ball

My friend Robert Bradley he was good he was bad

He was like the older brother that I never had

Many were the ways that we found to pass the time

Birds of a feather partners in crime

Bonanza Popeye Wagon Train on black and white TV

And those old 78 records hanging from a tree

They made good target practice for an air pistol and how

That sound as they shattered I can even hear it now

Soon we moved up a notch with our pyrotechnic plans

Weedkiller mixed with sugar made an almighty bang

He even got hold of an old shotgun it was a lethal thing

We tied it to a log and pulled the trigger with a string

My friend Robert Bradley he was good he was bad

He was like the older brother that I never had

Many were the ways that we found to pass the time

Birds of a feather partners in crime

I passed to go to grammar school and we went our separate ways

Soon houses full of Londoners stood on those fields where we played

I met his ex-wife some years later when visiting back home

And said how we had been good friends all those years ago

If youd been married to him youd have thought differently

And thinking about it I suppose I might agree

I wonder what he's doing now if hes still around

Lighting that blue touch paper watching that mushroom cloud

I wonder if he remembers all those times long ago

It would be good to think so but I suppose Ill never know

My friend Robert Bradley he was good he was bad

He was like the older brother that I never had

Many were the ways that we found to pass the time

Birds of a feather partners in crime