Backs Of Houses

Sometimes I feel so sad
When I see the backs of houses
From a window in a train
London once again
Ay ay ay ay
Yep I really don't know why
When I see the backs of houses
Just makes me want to cry
Ay ay ay ay
I see those tiny windows,meeny minds
Somebody is staring through the dusty blinds
Boys in the green house looking at their willies
Raymond thinks it's silly and he's started a fire
Oh my god!
There's smoke in the washing
Sometimes I feel so sad
When I see the backs of houses
On a 125 again
London in the rain
Ay ay ay ay
It might be Monday, Mrs Mightaswell
Hanging out her undies in a row
Bending over for the pegs in the long grass
Railway worker whistles at her big ass
There goes Derek, mending the mower
Wearing his pink Marigolds
Sleeps with the poet that he met in San Diego
Bats in the attic, oh the campbeds really narrow
Oh my god!
There's a robin in the bird bath
Stolen cars, beautiful respray
Steal my heart
Take me away, take me away
We'll soon be home
Backs of houses
On and on and on and on
We'll soon be home
Reggae boom boom
Banging in the back room
Nobody noticed the train
Stolen cars...
Oh my god!
There's a football in the rhubarb