There's Turkish drug dealers
An Irish halfway house
There's ten full black bin bags
Blowing round the gaff
And everybody's moaning about their own birthday
And everybody's talking about getting away
In my street
It's just the people you meet
I've got a line but I can't get away
Oh no well not until judgement day
There's Eggy, & Beany, Popple, & Chainy
Ronnie, & Freddy, Terry, & Painy
All telling their own kids when they should go to bed
All sitting around their living room off their heads
'Cause in my street
It's all the lovely people you meet
I've got a line but I can't get away
Oh no well not until judgement day
It's a strange old thing
When you're on your own
Amongst other people
And your far from home
But at other times
Thinks can change
So quickly
In the nod of a wink
The blink of an eye
An Irish halfway house
There's ten full black bin bags
Blowing round the gaff
And everybody's moaning about their own birthday
And everybody's talking about getting away
In my street
It's just the people you meet
I've got a line but I can't get away
Oh no well not until judgement day
There's Eggy, & Beany, Popple, & Chainy
Ronnie, & Freddy, Terry, & Painy
All telling their own kids when they should go to bed
All sitting around their living room off their heads
'Cause in my street
It's all the lovely people you meet
I've got a line but I can't get away
Oh no well not until judgement day
It's a strange old thing
When you're on your own
Amongst other people
And your far from home
But at other times
Thinks can change
So quickly
In the nod of a wink
The blink of an eye
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