10p mix

And 20 cigs

They’re not for me; they’re for me mam

What do you mean you can’t serve me?

I’ve a note here says y’can

 

Haircuts shaped in bowls

Laundrette used as goals

Life centred on these shops

Careers begun

Fortunes won

Over the counters of these shops

Friday night suppers

Monday morning cuppas

Adored ‘cos of these shops

Chips devoured

Persuaded ladies deflowered

In the flats above these shops

Artistic impression

Teenage obsession

Daubed on guinells to these shops

 

(Evs woz ere b4u)

 

Friendships made

Affection displayed

Through the doors of these shops

 

These shops have served the community

Day after rain drenched day

Neglected, taken for granted

Now rotten with decay

These shops were once the hub

Where people used to meet

Torn down brick by brick

Just a vacant space in an empty street