Thetford high street…what a place!?
The churches the shops…the unhappy face.
People shouting, swearing at kids…
The poles, the Portuguese and a few of us yids'.
The fat and the skinny the tall and the short…
Found their way here from every port.
They all come together here on the street,
Raising their banners ready to meet.
But rarely in friendship do their hearts join…
It's easier to drop you with a kick in the groin.
The old folk walk nervously, they are scared of the youth.
Others look on… scared of the truth.
Thetford high street… what a place!?
A place where we all should feel some disgrace.
This is our home our street the place where we grew,
Why must we allow the yobs to control what we do?