Never Mind The Bollocks... Here’s Tony by Christina Swift

Do they rock the guitar up in heaven? Do they rock the guitar up in heaven? Do angels play in their teenage wasteland with the amp turned right up to eleven? Your boat to Cairo sailed into the night And I was left uncomfortably numb, Our goodbyes, mem'ries brought once more to light. Your infectious laugh lifted any room, Your bad jokes and warmth radiated smiles The fun’s now over; beers finished too soon. Better friends than lovers; the cats were mine! Too young, too much love, you left, and I cried Yet a true friendship stands the test of time. Smashing it up; always seeing the sun. You fought your fight as a tin soldier might; This was one battle which couldn’t be won.

Your pain is receding, sweet voice now gloved, Two beautiful treasures make you so proud. The music plays softer, heart strings are tugged Rest softly, or party; know you’re loved.