I live on the Hurdsfield Estate To the north-east of town Set on the edge of the countryside And at the foot of the hills It's idyllic in many ways But with a character of it's own
For a start there's the H.A.T. Which stands for The Hurdsfield Assault Team Which has existed for generations With sons following fathers They see themselves as protectors Of the place where they live
There was one memorable instant When two policemen entered the flats To arrest someone several floors up The H.A.T. boys gathered around The unattended cop car Whilst someone blocked the lift They bounced and bounced that car Until they turned it on it's roof
Now, I don't know if this is true But it's said that Santa won't come here Apparently, the last time he did Before he got back up the first chimney His sleigh was on bricks And half the estate were eating venison But as I said That's just what I heard