They Tore the Hippodrome Down Richard Thompson
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[Verse 1]
Oh, halt the shopping hall
Now I'm back inside the door
Tell no way up other
My appetite's so poor
Since my old girl left me
I stare at the wall
Living on memories
Existing, that's all
And the High Street smells of vandals and pissing
Like wild teeth, another shopgirl's missing
[Chorus]
We'd flirt and tease
Take a turn around the floor
A drink and something greasy
That's what Saturdays were for
But now my youth's
A hole in the ground
What a world we live in, it's come to this
They tore the Hippodrome down
[Verse 2]
Three musketeers
They used to call us
The summer days
They stretch before us
Somehow those days
They turned into years
Now I'm the last
Of the musketeers
Oh, the simple life, it used to do me
Now my own town's a stranger to me
Oh, halt the shopping hall
Now I'm back inside the door
Tell no way up other
My appetite's so poor
Since my old girl left me
I stare at the wall
Living on memories
Existing, that's all
And the High Street smells of vandals and pissing
Like wild teeth, another shopgirl's missing
[Chorus]
We'd flirt and tease
Take a turn around the floor
A drink and something greasy
That's what Saturdays were for
But now my youth's
A hole in the ground
What a world we live in, it's come to this
They tore the Hippodrome down
[Verse 2]
Three musketeers
They used to call us
The summer days
They stretch before us
Somehow those days
They turned into years
Now I'm the last
Of the musketeers
Oh, the simple life, it used to do me
Now my own town's a stranger to me
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