In My Street

There's Turkish drug dealers An Irish halfway house There's ten full black bin bags Blowing round the gaff And everybody's moaning about their own birthday And everybody's talking about getting away In my street It's just the people you meet I've got a line but I can't get away Oh no well not until judgement day There's Eggy, Beany, Popple and Chainy Ronnie and Freddy, Terry and Painy All telling their own kids when they should go to bed All sitting around their living room off their heads 'Cause in my street It's all the lovely people you meet I've got a line but I can't get away Oh no well not until judgement day It's a strange old thing When you're on your own Amongst other people And your far from home But at other times Thinks can change So quickly In the nod of a wink The blink of an eye And you realize It's all just in your mind And you realize It's all just in your mind And then your free And then your free In my street It's just the people you meet In my street It's just the people you meet We moved here so long ago I don't remember why Must be forty-odd years now But don't time fly When your having fun A boxer Footballer A black cab driver A gangster A fraudster A cheating conniver And everybody's talking about getting away Looks like we're here to stay 'Cause in my street It's all the lovely people you meet I've got a line but I can't get away Oh well no not until judgement day 'Cause in my street It's all the people you meet We've had a line but we can't get away No not until judgement day