Twas 3am in Croydon That I first met OME Outside a club, far too drunk We were a state for all to see But that just amused our driver As tomorrow our heads would be thick "who's got the keys to da bimmer?" we sang That would be our cab driver: Mick! And that was the man he was Never too busy to help out a friend Driving us at all hours Completing tax forms that never seemed to end We've truly lost one of the greats His illness has finally won And we know just beyond those Pearly Gates A phone is being answered: "9511..." RIP x