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Just want to tell 'bout Martin |
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Cause nobody I know's got a brother like him |
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As kids we could never be parted |
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The neighbours all knew us as the terible twins |
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At school some kids where always looks for a fight |
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And Martin never wanted a fuss |
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Ol' Big Mouth Brown thought he's push us around |
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Being three year older than us |
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So I smash him in the teeth with a cloakroom stool |
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Got six of the best and suspended from school |
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But it was worth with a brother like Martin |
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(Martin) |
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It was worth it with a brother like him |
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We used to nick motors for a joy ride |
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'Till we rammed a Black Mariah in this XJ 6 |
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To give my brother time to get clear |
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I had to punch a few policemen before I was nicked |
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Got borstal for taking and driving away |
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And beating up the boys in blue |
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But Martin never missed a single visiting day |
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Hitched from Clapham to Crewe |
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With all me racing mags and the little bits of news |
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Smuggling in ciggies and a little bit of booze |
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No one ever had a brother like Martin |
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No one ever had a brother like him |
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Look, people get the wrong impression with Martin |
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I know he didn't mix much but he's no snob |
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The weekend I got out of remand home |
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He got Uncle Ruby to find me this job |
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And back at my Nan's he'd repainted my room |
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And bought me a brand new carpet |
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There was all me old records and books on a shelf |
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And a secondhand telly from the market |
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You can get a bit hard when you've been inside |
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But I hugged the old bastard and I almost cried |
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Cos no-one ever had a brother like Martin |
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No-one ever had a brother like him |
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(Cos no-one ever had a brother like Martin |
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No-one ever had a brother like him) |
