Mersey Beat - Reckless Kelly

Harry was a bus driver

He was a very forthright man

He’d run down the road, right over a dog

Before he’d change his path

And then he met lovely Loraine

They had a rough and tumble lad

And it didn’t come easy but the boy learned to play

On a twelve pound pawn shop axe

And everybody sing loud and shout

Dreamy haze pop stars

The boys came about that Mersey beat sound

Of crude little sketches of guitars

Well, they heard of a sound from a faraway land

That was ruled by a cricket and a king

But a pauper’s son would one day come

From twenty-five Upton Green

And there everyday was a place to play

When the final bell had rung

And when the big day come, he was just too young

And they sent 'em all back home

Everybody sing loud and shout

Dreamy haze pop stars

The boys came about that Mersey beat sound

From crude little sketches of guitars

Well, the wild ones don’t think much of Johnny

Yeah, a critic’s got it rough

And you’re a real king mixer but it’s my train mister

If you think that’s all I’ve got

Well, you’ll be beaten on down by Mersey sound

And then you’ll have to choose

Between standing on your own or singing right along

With the ones no better than you

So everybody sing loud and shout

Dreamy haze pop stars

The boys came about that Mersey beat sound

Of crude little sketches of guitars

Everybody sing loud and shout

Dreamy haze pop stars

The boys came about that Mersey beat sound

Of crude little sketches of guitars