In the early 1970s that Pub
was a bit of a rough-house, but did have live music, which one day attracted myself and mate along (we were both into the guitar, so a good chace to pick up some new tricks). Was a strange atmosphere (was the days of skinheads/bootboys) which we tried to ignore, the guy playing took requests I recall. Anyway, after a short break he's back and announces, 'I've had a request for this number....'. So off he starts:
"We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee;
We don't take our trips on LSD
We don't burn our draft cards down on Main Street;
We like livin' right, and bein' free"
Suddenly the temperature in the room gets colder, faces twitch and sneer towards the two of us with long hair, as the Pub
choruses along to this song of brute prejudice. Time to be moving along thinks I...next thing I know I'm back home, having been taken in a taxi, by mny mate, to Birkenhead General, unconscious having been bricked in the face as I left the Warwick that same evening!