If it's hope that's in your hands
you'd better hold on tight
some would try to make you lose it
and take you back into the night.

For it's hope that leads you on
into a brighter day
hold on tight to what you have
don't let your light fade away.

and those fifteen tonnes of memories
that weigh heavy on your soul
are only what you make of them
so
dig a hole and bury them.

They steam clean
and
call it the dream team
when we all know
it's a ******' nightmare.

Super skinny
wore a mini,
the skirt and
not the car.

Twiggy was the one
that we as young boys
got off on
( ha but I mustn't say that )

too late
and I always am
late for this and
what's a man to do?

Gotta provide
divide your day
between work and play
with a bit of rest to be at
your best,

I need breakfast.

Half five?
that's the time and not a sum to do,
it's
cold enough outside to crack porcelain teeth
I'm not surprised that squirrels hide their nuts.
but
Summer will come and we'll sit in the sun wherever we are
and at half past five when the world comes alive we'll all be
happy, ( he said, tongue in cheek )

at the mo' nowhere to go, not even if we wanted to, we have to wait and see what Santa brings.

They never sang Dixie at the Dixieland Showbar in the late sixties or not as I recall, but they did have a glitterball
and I should have gone to School the next morning but was asleep on the beach at Morecambe, Mam never knew about that, but she knew a lot of things and my ears still ring from the boxing she gave them.

And the Casino Club at Blackpool, I can't remember the turn that was on but he was a singer and the beer was cheaper than at the Nags Head which was a win for me.

Not a wasted childhood but a bit of a wild one
and all that's gone now
somehow I got old.

When work becomes overpowering
because you've put too many hours in
it's time to take a break.

The work will wait
it'll always be there
there's always someone who'll do
even if that someone's not you,

go and sit on a beach
and
bleach your hair white
or get down to the club
and
jitterbug all night.

This really is a political party
clowns to the right of me
and they take what is left.

they'll be guzzling wine like it's going out of fashion
and we'll be wearing dungarees which have gone out of fashion.

There's no telling what they'll tax us with
but tax us they will until we're ground into the ground

'this won't affect the pound in your pocket'
and that too was a lie,
it's no wonder that Harold got an arrow in his eye,

'the pragmatic premier' or not.
if you don't get it you're too young.