Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Madness
Performer
Graham McPherson
Vocals
Nicholas Dodd
Conductor
Christopher Foreman
Guitar
Lee Thompson
Tenor Saxophone
Mez Clough
Percussion
Steve Hamilton
Baritone Saxophone
Mark Bedford
Bass Guitar
Helen Downham
Cello
Helen Fitzgerald
Cello
Michael Nowland
Cello
Alexia Barbera
Double Bass
Jonny Gee
Double Bass
Daniel Woodgate
Drums
Michael Barson
Piano
Mike Kearsey
Trombone
Joe Auckland
Trumpet
Antonia Finch
Viola
Bruce Wilson
Viola
Alison Gordon
Violin
Helen Goatley
Viola
Sarah Chapman
Viola
Caroline Bodimead
Violin
Daniel Peev
Violin
Hannah Paterson
Violin
Kate Scrivens
Violin
Katrina McWilliams
Violin
Mathias Svenson
Violin
Richard Smith
Violin
Stelios Chatziiosifidis
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Graham McPherson
Songwriter
David Arnold
Arranger
Nicholas Dodd
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Glasbey
Mixing Engineer
Dick Beetham
Mastering Engineer
Alan Winstanley
Producer
Clive Langer
Producer
Lyrics
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
Writer(s): Graham Mcpherson
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