No Place Like Home

What's going on in my home town? I ask you this from behind my frown The high streets full of charity places Populating the vacant spaces. We are overrun with taxi cabs "You working late pal? Ya looking Shabs!" 'Cheers gadge, am on til 9, am bloody seek!' the drive whines Junkies, Alkies, our streets they roam, what's your poison? Cheap cider, vodka, methadone? Part time Dads, teenage Mams Pushing babies in their prams Weekends out on the piss Names climbing up the council list Generations play the benefit game Bleeding us dry, is their sole aim Council house and on the sick Everything bought on the tick 50 inch tellies, 3 piece suites Shopping sprees almost every week I love our town, I really do But for now the town is screwed Run by a council with half a brain Shops are empty, such a shame If it wasn't for the holiday camps Filled up every year with ska...families from North and South Weegies, Geordies every year They love this place I regard so dear So dual the A1, lower the rent Tackle the problems with intent A town of which we should be proud Not cursing under a big black cloud. William Duffy.