WHERE are they now Bill, Fred and Em

Who sat on those green benches

Bob Dylan can you come along

And write a song about them.

There's lame there's old they sometimes smell

But oh what a tale they can't half tell

Eating sugar butties in the war

A bike to work didn't have a car

Your gas mask was your pride and joy

Good job you didn't have a toy.

But the money men will have their say

'They don't spend anything all day

And we need to make the place pay

So cobblers to you and on your way'.

Let's clear the decks and have some space

A better class come to the chase

Reality is the name of the game

Who gets hurt, it's all the same.

Kath Cobourne

Burtonwood