Half a century of love. One song about your Tony.

Verse 1

Fifty years and that same laugh still landsSame old scarf for the same old teamStill swears blind he's got a systemFor stacking plates like some grand schemeThere's a festival lost somewhere in the ninetiesNeither of us remembers it straightBritpop lad in a borrowed jacketBest decision I never planned to make

Pre-Chorus

So here's to half a centuryOf you being stubbornly you

Chorus

Here's to Tony, fifty candles brightSame tune, same team, same Saturday nightThe good ones don't age, they seasonGet better with every reasonHalf a century strong and trueHere's to fifty years of you

Verse 2

You still hum those songs from the same three albumsWord for word like it's still that yearStill convinced there's an order to loading platesEven though the arguments don't disappearFunny how the world spins fasterBut you stay steady, you stay the sameThat laugh's the first thing I fell forStill the best sound when you say my name

Pre-Chorus

So here's to half a centuryOf you being stubbornly you

Chorus

Here's to Tony, fifty candles brightSame tune, same team, same Saturday nightThe good ones don't age, they seasonGet better with every reasonHalf a century strong and trueHere's to fifty years of you

Bridge

Maybe we don't recall that muddy fieldOr the song that was playing when we metBut I remember every year sinceAnd I've never once had one regret

Final Chorus

Here's to Tony, fifty candles brightSame laugh, same team, same Saturday nightThe good ones don't age, they seasonThere's nobody I'd rather season withHalf a century, and still my best decisionHappy birthday, Tony, here's to fifty years of this