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Goodbye, old friend - you've served me well.
We made a lot of noise and raised a little hell,
from the first garage jam when we frightened the neighbours
to that night club gig where they refused to pay us,
you suffered the strains of my punk rock guitar
(I was always more Rotten than I was Marr)
and you never once complained or let me down
though I dragged you all over this ungrateful town.
But my musical days have reached a cash-strapped end,
so goodbye and rock on, my 400-watt friend...