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When i first met you i couldn't believe
You put 6 spoons of sugar in a cup of tea
Then our band toured around your land
It opened my eyes and a friendship began
With a heart of gold and fear of none
Friend of all but mad as they come
Perceptive mind that was never dull
Fill your ears with many tongues
You were so Italian you loved beauty
And told every woman like it was your duty
Come to the gig we'd hear you shout
You wouldn't tell em how or where its at
Man of music man of food
But you couldn't listen to a record all the way through
Man of tea man of taste
But could argue all day in the Roman way
Played football like he played the bass
Moving around ll over the place
Car full of gear to go do gigs
But there wasn't any room for anyone to sit
With a heart of gold and fear of none
Friend of all but mad as they come
Perceptive mind that was never dull
Fill your head with many tongues
With a heart of gold and fear of none
Friend of all but mad as they come
He loved reggae he loved rock
He played them all and would never stop
Show's over now you've done your last gig
Now the other side has your crazy bliss
