(Roger Taylor)


When the sun got big, and the night came down

We used to share a drink - and let the demons out.

We let the good times rock, you made the bad times roll

We used to laugh a lot, you had a lot of soul

Old friends... in better times


And when the going got hard,

When times were tough

We put our backs to the wall,

You used to strut your stuff.

With a head held high and a heart so big

One fist at the sky... and shake a leg.


Old friends in better times


(even though, even though we miss you now

Look forward don't look back

We'll get by somehow)


And so I raise my glass in a last goodbye

Sleep in peace old friend, for me you'll never die

The best thing I can say, after all this time, is

You were a real friend, of mine


Old friends... in better times