Council House Kid
Americans cannot believe the social snobbery
That stymied my life as a grammar school boy
From a working class family. Such a clash of cultures
Hip-hip-hoy-hoy - the posh boys had the cars n stuff
But we had the taste for the blues, knew where
To score on a rainy day. Liked girls. Knew what happened
When a mum went away. Our scooters were bought
On HP and we loved the feel of the girl sitting behind
Lambrettas, Vespers, Parkers, Union Jacks and such.
We listened to the Who and also to the Small faces
I suppose if we were here today, you'd call us fascists.
A town like Malice. Hip-hip-hop-hop-hurray.