Al Bowlly's in Heaven by Richard Thompson We were heroes them, and the girls were all pretty And a uniform was a lucky charm Bought you the key to the city We used to dance the whole night through While Al Bowlly sang, 'The Very Thought of You' Al Bowlly's in Heaven, and I'm in limbo now I gave my youth to King and country But what's my country done for me But sentenced me to misery I traded my helmet and my parachute For a pair of crutches and a de-mob suit Al Bowlly's in Heaven, and I'm in limbo now Hard Times, hard hard times Hostels and missions and dosser's soup lines Can't close me eyes on a bench or a bed For the sound of some battle raging in my head Old friends, You lose so many You get run around all over town The wear and the tear of it just drag you down St. Mungo's with its dirty old sheets Beats standing all day down on Scarborough Street Al Bowlly's in Heaven, and I'm in limbo now Can't stay here, got to foot slog Once in a blue moon, you might find a job Sleep in the rain, sleep in the snow When the beds are all taken, you've got nowehere to go I can see me now, back there on the dance-floor With a blond on me arm, red head to spare spit on me shoes and shine in me hair And there's Al Bowlly, up on the stand That was a voice, and that was a band Al Bowlly's in Heaven, and I'm in limbo now