MISSING YOU
real cooked meals
made by your mum
nothing fancy
but they filled your tum
milk man coming down
the street
twice on Saturday
to make sure
he got paid
when Cornwall
was ten hours away
stuck behind a tractor
on a summers day
top of the pops
tomorrows world
grandstand
dr who
streets all looked the same
housewife rushing out
to save the washing
from the rain
Dixon of dock green
z cars
the Sweeney
when the police
knew how to handle
crime
a bag of sweet
at the end of the school day
10 pence
and we were rich
benny hill
morecambe and wise
kenny everet
the two Ronnie's
when british comedy
was funny
when you know
good from bad
left from right
when I was more
left than right
when everybody spoke English
if he wasn't your god
you were welcome
to stand outside
I tried it once
it didn't work out well
the teacher gave me hell
cold winter mornings
out on the playing fields
fog so thick
you couldn't see
the other side
when twitter feed
was only used
by strange men
watching birds
when class rooms
had black boards
and teachers
armed with rubbers
who could hit you
at 50 yards
the gas man came
in the summer
to give you
a rebate
spent moments latter
on sausage rolls and cakes
when TV inspired you
showing you stuff
you could do
no health and safety
no pc bull
no other brands available
when music was cool
and nobody sang
the same old stuff
record sales meant something
not just likes on a screen
walking down the street
saying hello
not just starring
at your feet
I miss you
my old friend
battered and bruised
you stagger on
like an old boxer
in his last fight
you know the out come
but still we
watch on
I miss you
my England
my friend
my old chum
all gone
and a long long time ago
please forgive me
for it was not me
who wanted you
to go
words by PETER STOCK HAMMERSMITH78MUSICPROMOTIONS COPY RIGHT 2018
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