Bobby's Song

Bobby's in the road again Singing like his life depends F310 around his neck It's out of tune but what the heck He'll sing a song and dance and sway Hoping someone will say Hey Bob you're singing well today Got his self a megaphone He made it from a traffic cone Cut the base and shaped the top He shouts it loud he shouts it hot He's on his knees as if to prey Hoping someone will say Hey Bob your shouting well today Streets of Newton streets of Hyde From Matley down to Riverside All weathers come all weathers go But Bobby how they take their toll A body old soon starts to groan Cos a man is only flesh on bone Friends pass along the way Look at you and they all say Hey Bob you take some care today Winter comes a creeping in Hey Bob where've you bin Kid you look a little frail Eyes so dark and skin so pail These streets are not the place to be It's five below the snow falls free Sit there chilled to the bone Closed your eyes then you were gone Oh hey what could we do Hey what could we say Hey Bob you stole our hearts today