The Walk Of Life   Hi! I’m Mark Knopfler. You might remember me from 80s classics such as Money For Nothing, Local Hero, and that great cricketing anthem, Sultans of Swing. Unfortunately my career has gone downhill since those glory days, and wearing large headbands just isn’t as cool as it used to be - the same thing happened to Bjorn Borg and Pudsey Bear (where is he now?). Anyhows, I spend most of my time these days entertaining the crowds on Saga music nights around Mediterranean Europe. Can be a pain in the Balearics, but as fate would have it, one weekend in May brought me to the sunny shores of Menorca. It wasn’t the greatest gig that night, the crowd was a bit dead (literally, three or four did meet the grim reaper that night, though that’s about average for the hotel’s clientele). But wandering through the night air of the island after hours, I chanced by a remote restaurant where the haunting keyboard chords of one of my greatest hits wafted on the breeze. Imagine my amazement on venturing closer to the bright lights of the establishment, at the sight of perhaps the greatest tribute via the medium of dance that one of my songs has ever received. The emotion was overwhelming, and I just wanted to offer my heartfelt thanks to the St Anne's Allstars for restoring faith in my musical ability. As a small token of my everlasting thanks, I hope you will enjoy the attached dedication to you of that, truly, most wonderful moment. An Allstar always in my heart, Mark Knopfler The Allstars' Walk of Life Music M. Knopfler, words M. Knopfler/ R. Thompson Here come the Allstars, oldies, baldies, Touring round Menorca at the end of May Here come the Allstars, Rhinestone Cowboys, Down at Bar Texas, do you think we look gay? No bowling action, fielding in slow motion Yeah, those boys can't play Dedication (cough), devotion Drinking through the night time, sleeping through the day They do the song about the sweet lipped Tory, They do the song about Turkish Delight They do the walk, they do the walk of life The Allstars walk of life Here come the Allstars, drinking, stinking, Haggle down Brazilians to a reasonable fee, Pol Pordes in the scorebox, snoring, scoring, But where's the Spanish action, where's the FMT? There goes a leg bye, there goes a boundary Yeah, them boys can't catch Hesitation, no motion Sleeping in the toilets, sleeping on the grass They do gay dancing in the restaurant And in the car park there's a fight They do the walk, they do the walk of life The Allstars walk of life Here come the Allstars, hairy, sweary, Better keep the gin away from James A But here comes the waiter, he carries something scary Another Peter Beardsley, Another Mount Gay One arm in traction, burning from no lotion Yeah, the boys ain't fit Jubilation, emotion Just isn't going to happen, not when you're shit And after all the vodkas and the double shots, There's just the banter of the glory and the shite You do the walk, you do the walk of life The Allstars walk of life