There's a young boy in the queue. Not much else for him to do. He's had a drink, he's had a few. Down the pub on Hope Street. . Dear old lady, you're looking thin.
You know the sky is blue. And the wind cuts right through. The sun shines on you alone. Every step takes you nearer, nearer home. And I love the river.
Pushed from the start. Do it right and maybe you'll take a part. Call a spade a spade. . Put on your blinkers maybe then you'll be made. To walk the streets.
Car horns and rumba music. Through the city's broken heart. Is this the devil's. Own back yard. . It was forty years ago. That the gangster he fell. To a rag, bag of men.