Classic Rock Bar Lyrics & Chords By Haze

I was playing on stage when i heard the news the night that mad sass died
took the boys out the back ran through the chords of free electric band
& we played for the lives, played for the times, played for the memory of the big man,
I don’t think we’ll see his like again, no not again
There was buffy & toastie the ginger twats, Birley mick bona & martin, hippy phil, splodge, les, rob tarana, spider, wolfie & sarah.
little chris, fred, lez, anna & Ed, sergio & paul pearson too!
and a little old lady from the flats round the back, just don’t tell the kids she’s down the CRB
There were Chavs with bags of stolen booze, in black & yellow carriers
Friday night kids heading for the coop, stop by for a shandy or two
music playing every night sass at the helm with a pint or eight of baccardi & coke his bike stood in the corner, hey you’d better not touch!
We had all day barbeques and charity gigs bikers from the long riders, folkies, hippy’s goths & druids, even Morris dancers too
A sign that says no suits allowed, but warning, may contain nuts
misfits, bikers, dreamers, musos, poets, & drummers too in the the CRB
Every Monday night we’d go the good the bad the ugly
easy rider £1.50 a pint at the open mic
and some cant sing and some cant play, but no one really cares
and the greatest stage that I ever played, was on the sticky carpet at the CRB
A derelict bar made home for the homeless, The Buffer made jolly again
from tuxedo blue to the Yorkshireman killed by the people who shut him down
And I don’t think we’ll see his likes again no not again
In the summer of 2005 bikes roared across the city,
from ecclesall road to grenoside stopping for a pint on the way
harleys, triumphs, trikes & hogs you could hear ‘em from afar
standing room only in the chapel of rest and eoin teather played Moon River,
raise a can of special brew for Sass, Sass and all of the crew down the Classic Rock Bar
We gathered there by candlelight a vigil for the past
guitars & bikes & cans of booze, wrote tributes on the walls
but now there’s just a pile of bricks and we’re a poorer quieter town
coz we lost the man who brought it all together, brought us all together at the classic rock bar
We've lost more than I think we'll ever know, but you never know, not down the CRB