Berkshire Poppies

So many people

With nothing to do

Hundreds of buildings

That block out my view

Watched by a tramp

With a hole in his shoe

Standing alone

On the corner

He's thinking that work

Is all a big joke

While he looks in the gutter

For something to smoke

And two hundred kids

In one red minimoke

Scream down the street

Fully loaded

Day in the city

Oh, what a pity

I could be in Berkshire

Where the poppies are so pretty

I could be in Berkshire

Where the poppies are so pretty

I wish that

I was there

I wanna make

It out of there

People like sardines

Packed in a can

Waiting for Christmas

That's made in Japan

And I'm having trouble

With my apple flan

Sat in the cafe

On the corner

I walk through the green gates

And into the park

Where murderers crawl

After girls in the dark

Down by the shed

I heard a remark

I turned on but no one

Could hear me, no one

Day in the city

Oh, what a pity

I could be in Berkshire

Where the poppies are so pretty

I could be in Berkshire

Where the poppies are so pretty

I wish that

I was there

I wanna make

It out of there

I wanna make

It out of there

I wanna make

It out of there