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streets of balsall heath


on cobbled streets the children played
the ropes they spun
the hands they waved
the lights were old and gas lit
the terraced houses were not fit
for human use

the families were large and neat
often the kids had nothing on their feet
but they were happy in their ways
i collected and took them
down to dorset for holidays

they were Irish,English,Pakistani
 and west Indies bred
they were rare kids
though so easy led
the neighborhood was rough and uncouth
but they made me welcome
under their roofs
thats the Truth

it was the sixties
bill and Ben
old Harold lived at number ten
the roads were busy
 the winters cold
snow was falling
copper and lead was sold

the ladypool road market was so bustling
 colorful and alive
the kids all knew me well
as well as their fathers
and their wives

the skinheads then were all of the rage
along with ice tops
and page three babes
we had a  16 foot dalek
 on our adventure playground site
courtesy of the BBC
students rag day jamboree

it was battery driven
lit up at night
the vicar bill wore a goatee beard
 plus bovver boots
he was a rare sight
the skins all cheered him
thought he was real cute delight

the springtime tulip festival was a great city pride
i took 300 kids there free for to ride
the greasers came along from rev colliers double zero club
they threw the naughty skins
into the parks big lakes tub


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