they\'re building houses
in daisy chains hollow
and treehouse woods
where bobby split his knee
it\'s all gone now
gone are the level crossing
and that row of tired old
steam locos we played on
gruff old bugger
chased us off
and jean fell in the river
they\'ve got fish in there now
four chews a penny
shops long gone
no more jublys to share
or the chippy man\'s van
on friday nights
they landscaped the slag heaps
used to hear the buckets
we watched as they\'d tip out
and that winter of 62/63
we had fibreglass bums
sliding down Armett\'s hill
swear we did sixty
year of the foot and mouth
and searchlights
in the night sky
world war three was starting
but it didn\'t
and we were machine gun hero\'s
well our throats were anyway
bubble gum and tizer
smoking ten gold leaf
on the railway embankment
flattening nails
under loco wheels
dreaming dreams
and wanting to be
all growd up
there\'s still plenty of dreaming
some things never change
but it seems like
so many have