Walking briskly passed the blue Corsa

I'm reminded of the one that my mother had when I was a child

When I was a child, when I was a child

Dido on the CD player

Rain pouring down the windscreen

Headlights reflecting of the concrete

Reflecting of the concrete, reflecting of the

I ascend the stairs and request a return ticket

Although I'll likely miss the last train home

Although I'll likely miss the last

Then attempt in vain to strike up a conversation

With the man behind the window

With the man behind the window

He descends the stairs and clambers into his little lovely blue car

Oh, how nice

It's the end of his shift

Now he's looking for a four pack of super strength lager

Liver, onion, chips dinner

Delicious

Delicious

Late night tele in a one bed flat with no bonds with anyone

Had a few mates that you never text back now

No bonds with anyone

Met a nice girl, couldn't help but loose her

No bonds with anyone

Now on a barstool, alone in an old bloke's boozer

No bonds with anyone