Fighting with the kids on the fairground Caravans and TV masts Generating trucks and Alsatians I never seen you run so fast Picking through the litter left afterwards For .22 shells in the grass Found a pound note and a keyring Martin, it's funny them days are past
Saturday flicks at the fleapit When we had the money to go Always on the side of the outlaws And staying for the second show Bonfires down at the bombsite And watching the embers glow Candles and cake in the dugout Martin, it seems so long ago
1967... it seems so long ago We were only eleven It seems so long ago
Day return to Southend Central Nanny's little treat on the train Every year we sat on her blanket And every year it started to rain Eating apples off the allotments And swapping cigarette cards Lending Fat Freddy's train set And treading on his restaurant car
1967... it seems so long ago We were only eleven It seems so long ago
Now I don't wanna give up football And I don't wanna settle down Maybe there's life after 25 But I don't feel like sticking around I don't wanna work in a garage I don't want my dreams to fold Never want to have to stop laughing Martin I'm terrified... of getting old
1967... seems so long ago 1967... it seems so long agoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
