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, & Chainy Ronnie, & Freddy, Terry, & 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 well not until judgement day
It's a strange old thing When you're on your own Amongst other people And your far from home But at other times Thinks can change So quickly In the nod of a wink The 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 your 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 year now But don't time fly When your having 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 no well 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 well not judgement dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.