| Hello, hello, hello, | |
| How are you? | |
| It was good to see ya, | |
| It was good to see ya | |
| No-one's gotta hold on you, | |
| You've spent your whole life running wild | |
| Livin' lovin' | |
| London town | |
| In the days of '65 | |
| A sharp cut suit and a chrome | |
| Lambretta | |
| Took you down to | |
| Brighton beach | |
| A bag of blues and a | |
| Yardbirds tune | |
| With the weekend at your feet | |
| All your life you've been trying | |
| To find a road that turns back time | |
| You're still flying | |
| Those days are dying... | |
| Hello, hello, hello | |
| How are you? | |
| It was good to see ya | |
| It was good to see ya | |
| Hello, hello, hello | |
| How are you? | |
| I can see you're looking good, | |
| It was good to see ya... | |
| Heading down on the 10.15 | |
| All the way to sea and sand, | |
| No-one's gotta hold on you | |
| Or the music of the band | |
| There's nothing like a memory | |
| To make it all come flooding back... | |
| All your life, you've been riding, | |
| To the sun that kissed the sky, | |
| But it's time, to say goodbye... |