Bernard Neeson’s
left us, his set’s come to an end
Front man for the
Angels, who we loved like our best friend
No, we are never
gonna see his face again
The Brewster
Brothers backed him, John and Rick on guitar
Belting out the ballads,
we knew they would go far
Then one day they
fell apart, and all did their own thing
We wanted a
reunion, but with them he wouldn't sing
But Doc he was a
giver, so he did what Doc did best
Rocking up the
pubs and clubs, put our eardrums to the test
He played in war
torn places, he gave the troops a lift
A hard living Aussie
rocker, his outlook wouldn't shift
He belted out his
ballads, forever in the groove
Shadow boxing across
the stage, like a waxworks on the move
In his suit and
with mascara, he looked us in the eye
Always one to
love a joke, and much to young to die
A brain tumor it
took him, and ripped us all apart
Forever in our
memories, forever in our heart
Took a long line
to the music, never acting like a toff
And gave to us
that timeless line, “No way, get f***ed, f**k off
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