Robbie Dillon, Robbie Dillon
Some call him a saint
Some call him a villain
Some know him as Robbie Dick
But when the chips are down he's my top pick
The lonely streets of NDG
Oh how they miss you Robbie D
Walkley, Somerled, and Benny
Come back to us, Robbie D
We're waiting at the corner store
Just to see you just once more
We hope you're not off doing time
Come back to the 5 and dime
From your early days near Cavendish
On the farm you made your wish
To rise above your poverty
Nothing could keep you from being free
Soon you and your friends were running things
Stealing hearts and pulling strings
About your gang we all did marvel
I heard about you all the way to Harvard
We never went to Benny Pool
We were careful we were no fools
Throughout the land your legend rang
We all feared the Benny gang
Never met you til I was 30
In that famous bar so dirty
On the Main just below Pine
We both worked for Vice at the time
You were mad at the editor
And to me you were like a predator
Asking if it could be true
That he attributed his words to you
Your anger made it hard to think
But still we talked it out over drinks
I think eventually you quit
It was for the best, that little shit
After that we crossed paths some
Around you I always felt kinda dumb
Your wit, your mind, and your sarcasm
Bordering on iconoclasm
But always you supported me
Even when madness contorted me
So from those days until the end
I'm blessed to have you as a friend
Robbie's gone from NDG
But still lives on in memory
Gentleman, philosopher, dream of girls
Smartest crook in the underworld
Let us not dwell on your past
And how you have what you've amassed
Instead we walk on your new path
Your higher education aftermath
The streets here they still call your name
But you are playing a different game
Now you have a new economy
Brandishing your new philosophy
But no matter how far away you roam
This neighbourhood will always be home
You can take the thug out of NDG
Come back and see us Robbie D
Robbie Dillon, Robbie Dillon
Some call him a saint
Some call him a villain
Some know him as Robbie Dick
But when the chips are down he's my top pick
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Robbie Dillon, Robbie Dillon
Some call him a saint
Some call him a villain
Some know him as Robbie Dick
But when the chips are down he's my top pick
The lonely streets of NDG
Oh how they miss you Robbie D
Walkley, Somerled, and Benny
Come back to us, Robbie D
We're waiting at the corner store
Just to see you just once more
We hope you're not off doing time
Come back to the 5 and dime
From your early days near Cavendish
On the farm you made your wish
To rise above your poverty
Nothing could keep you from being free
Soon you and your friends were running things
Stealing hearts and pulling strings
About your gang we all did marvel
I heard about you all the way to Harvard
We never went to Benny Pool
We were careful we were no fools
Throughout the land your legend rang
We all feared the Benny gang
Never met you til I was 30
In that famous bar so dirty
On the Main just below Pine
We both worked for Vice at the time
You were mad at the editor
And to me you were like a predator
Asking if it could be true
That he attributed his words to you
Your anger made it hard to think
But still we talked it out over drinks
I think eventually you quit
It was for the best, that little shit
After that we crossed paths some
Around you I always felt kinda dumb
Your wit, your mind, and your sarcasm
Bordering on iconoclasm
But always you supported me
Even when madness contorted me
So from those days until the end
I'm blessed to have you as a friend
Robbie's gone from NDG
But still lives on in memory
Gentleman, philosopher, dream of girls
Smartest crook in the underworld
Let us not dwell on your past
And how you have what you've amassed
Instead we walk on your new path
Your higher education aftermath
The streets here they still call your name
But you are playing a different game
Now you have a new economy
Brandishing your new philosophy
But no matter how far away you roam
This neighbourhood will always be home
You can take the thug out of NDG
Come back and see us Robbie D
Robbie Dillon, Robbie Dillon
Some call him a saint
Some call him a villain
Some know him as Robbie Dick
But when the chips are down he's my top pick
Some call him a saint
Some call him a villain
Some know him as Robbie Dick
But when the chips are down he's my top pick
The lonely streets of NDG
Oh how they miss you Robbie D
Walkley, Somerled, and Benny
Come back to us, Robbie D
We're waiting at the corner store
Just to see you just once more
We hope you're not off doing time
Come back to the 5 and dime
From your early days near Cavendish
On the farm you made your wish
To rise above your poverty
Nothing could keep you from being free
Soon you and your friends were running things
Stealing hearts and pulling strings
About your gang we all did marvel
I heard about you all the way to Harvard
We never went to Benny Pool
We were careful we were no fools
Throughout the land your legend rang
We all feared the Benny gang
Never met you til I was 30
In that famous bar so dirty
On the Main just below Pine
We both worked for Vice at the time
You were mad at the editor
And to me you were like a predator
Asking if it could be true
That he attributed his words to you
Your anger made it hard to think
But still we talked it out over drinks
I think eventually you quit
It was for the best, that little shit
After that we crossed paths some
Around you I always felt kinda dumb
Your wit, your mind, and your sarcasm
Bordering on iconoclasm
But always you supported me
Even when madness contorted me
So from those days until the end
I'm blessed to have you as a friend
Robbie's gone from NDG
But still lives on in memory
Gentleman, philosopher, dream of girls
Smartest crook in the underworld
Let us not dwell on your past
And how you have what you've amassed
Instead we walk on your new path
Your higher education aftermath
The streets here they still call your name
But you are playing a different game
Now you have a new economy
Brandishing your new philosophy
But no matter how far away you roam
This neighbourhood will always be home
You can take the thug out of NDG
Come back and see us Robbie D
Robbie Dillon, Robbie Dillon
Some call him a saint
Some call him a villain
Some know him as Robbie Dick
But when the chips are down he's my top pick
Writer: John Jordan
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