Big brass bed

We all ended up on his yacht
in the south of France, yes yacht
yes south of France

I was just 17 but he shook my hand like an equal
'Delighted to meet you. Please call me Arthur'

Drinks were made for all of us kids and adults alike
'Put a tape on, Fiona! Oh I love this one'

I recognised Nashville Skyline and he noted my smile
'Oh you like Dylan, lad. He's my man, he's the best,
saw him in Manchester back in 66'

'Fiona, you look gorgeous tonight love,
doesn't she look beautiful everyone'

Tracey rolled her eyes at me, she
found Arthur 'a repulsive creep' her words not mine
and her mother 'a fucking slag' again her words
for hooking up with him

The brothers started playing cards, that
was always their thing, they knew
every game invented and some
yet to be invented

Arthur was knocking back the whiskey
'You know boys, when I first saw Fiona
laying there on the beach I thought, no
I knew she was the one, and I just went over
and laid down on top of her - '

'Please Arthur, not in front -'

'And I said Hiya gal you're lovely,
you're my lady now, and I were about 40 then'

Tracey shook her head and went up on deck
as Dylan sang about a country pie