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
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