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, no, not until judgement day It's a strange old thing When you're on your own Amongst other people And you're far from home But at other times Things can change So quickly In the nod of a wink, a 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 you're free! And then you're 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 40 odd years now But don't time fly? When you're having your 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