remembering where I came from

The Co-operative Houses were built 15 years after the war

And the families who then moved in had many children, one was me

And the kids from the high-rising blocks, they played football every day

I lost the watch that I just got from my pocket, not my wrist

There's nothing romantic about this place, it's just a suburb in my town, in my town

I remember the dances downstairs, at the youth club of our church

You had to know who you have to avoid, not to look into their eyes

The old lady marching up and down, looked like an aging prostitute

Fenny wasn't right in his head, rocking his body back and forth

I remember where I came from

I come back to where I was a boy

There's nothing romantic about this place, it's just a suburb in my town

In my town

Today there's a Russian supermarket, and a Turkish takeaway

And the fitness club guys have a chat, at the Greek hairdresser's shop

And the old folks they walk on by, doing errands with their walkers