Riba Gery - Breezin' In Briz'

I’ve got a black bike and a red shield cap
Got me a job at the Five Guys Burger baby!

The patties were hot, the fries were salty
My back screamed through the oil smelled shop

Woah, it’s aching!
Well, thank you!
But it was enough

Got a new job in the Phoenix Pub
Serving booze down by the docks
Weird faces on drag parties
Temperature rising up to nineties
But don’t worry

Down on King Street near Castle Park
Biding our time in Old Duke Bar
Honky-tonk all night and open mic
That’s the place fits for our kind

Now chilling in Castle Park
‘B’ is blazing up his herb
Stroll up to Brandon Hill
‘Jay’ just killed another beer

Tulips in bloom everywhere
‘Fox’ has lost the rice paper
With all the balloons in the sky
Upon the sunbeams ride me high

Ain’t no doubt about it wish I was back
Picking my guitar by the Watershed
All the lost and hopeful bellowing on the deck
Singin’ my blues with the same old lads

Ain’t no doubt about it will I go back
Picking my guitar on the Watershed
Was that pretty woman, who hang around me
Breezin’ down together on Stokes Croft’s streets.