This is an
East
End
Cha -Cha.
Oh, do you want to come
in first?
Refugees from the coal herds.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear.
One of those nights.
Fighting with the kids
on the fairground
Caravans and
TV masts
Generating trucks and
Alsatians I've never
seen you run so fast
Picking through the litter left afterwards
For tutu shells in the grass
Found a pound note and a key ring,
it's funny them days are past.
Saturday flicks at the flea pit,
when we had the money to go.
Always on the side of the outlaws,
and staying for the second show.
Bonfires down at the bombsite
and watching the embers glow
Candles and cake in the dark out
marking it seems so long ago
1967, seems so long ago
We was only eleven,
seems so long ago
Day he returned to
South
End
Central, nanny's
little treat on the train
Mar tin I could hardly stop laughing,
cos every
year it started to rain
Eating apples off the allotments
and swapping
Lending cigarette cards
Lending
Fat
Freddy's train set
And treading on his restaurant card 1967,
seem s so long ago
We was only eleven, seems so long ago
Now I don't want to
give up football
An d I don't want to
settle down
Maybe there's life after twenty -five
But I don't feel like sticking around
I don't want to work in a garage
And I don't want my dreams to fall
Never want to have to stop laughing
Martin, I'm terrified
Getting old, 1967
Seems so long ago
1967
Seems so long ago
Thank you.