Berkshire Poppies

Lyrics

(One, two, three, two, two, three) So many people with nothing to do Hundreds of buildings that muck up 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 Two hundred kids in one red Mini Moke Scream down the street fully loaded Day in the city, oh what a pity I could be in Berkshire where the poppies grow so pretty I could be in Berkshire where the poppies grow so pretty I wish that I was there I wouldn't really have but a care 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 Day in the city, oh what a pity I could be in Berkshire where the poppies grow so pretty I could be in Berkshire where the poppies grow so pretty I wish that I was there I wouldn't really have but a care I wouldn't really have but a care I wouldn't really have but a care, no I wouldn't really have but a care