A September night you bade Adieu
L.A. was calling...we thought it cool
To a land of sunshine and endless sand
California Dreamin'...those tanned blonde gal's
"I will be back for my Yuletide libation's...
Turner's will rock with tale's and rotations"

"Ok, see ya at Christmas Mick..your the original Beachboy!"

And then the dark cloud's brewed and gathered
The word came through....like a silent sledgehammer
A stroke 'twas said took you away
To a place we hope you still will play..
That sense of humour, that wicked grin, your tall "Blonde" stories
"Mick, that's a sin!"

The Lonely Heart's Club once more will gather
In Turner's corner your space will matter
An empty chair will cause no sorrow
Your five foot one inch frame.......your laughter

The curtain's down, the show is over
A bright light shine's....guess who's the owner?
We'll miss you Mick your YOUTH and fun
After all you're only 81...................

Mick...a Legend!