Where have all the kids gone there's a strange hush in the air?
Out in the streets and parks there's no sign of them anywhere
Saturday morning and there's no school for them today
Swings, banana slides, and roundabouts are empty where they would laugh and play
I'll tell you where they are because I'm with them one and all
From the very, very biggest to the very, very small
We are marching across the fields like a little army in two's and threes and fours
Marching to Red Row picture house, the matinee has nearly started; time to open up the doors
We are going to the pictures we are going to the flicks
We are going to see the cartoons Tom and Jerry and all their tricks
I love the dim lit darkness with sweets and pop and crisps
I've splashed out all my pocket money bought an ice-lolly and some butterkist
The cartoons are all over there's an air of excitement like electric going to and fro
It's what I've been waiting all week for the cowboy western, technicolor picture show
We booed at the baddies and for the goodies we would cheer
We stamped our feet when we heard the bugle sounding and the cavalry would appear
We booed and hissed at the sloppy kissing bits of this we did not want to know
Thirsting for rooting tooting shooting action, circled wagons, cavalry charging in a row.
The brave war painted red Indians Apache, Sioux, Cheyenne, Pawnee, Crow and Navaho
Winchester, peacemaker pistol and bullet verses tomahawk, knife, lance, arrow and bow
I dreamt of Stetson hat, chaps, spurs, pointed high heel boots, holster and a gun
A sheriffs badge upon my chest the outlaws on the run
All of this sparked off childhood dreams and the seeds they did sow
The older I got the seeds they would grow and grow
For one day in my life to the one star state of Texas I would love to go.
To see the sun setting on the lonesome prairie, canyons, mountains, pear cactus and tumbleweed
I want to see Indian reservations the open plains where the buffalo used to feed
Oh to see your ranches, take in a rodeo with your rinestone cowboys, long horn bulls and your bucking broncos
To sit upon an iron horse Harley to ride and ride as far as I could go coming to a rest at the Alamo
I want to meet a Texan and shake him friendly by the hand
Look him in the eye and say partner you're one hell of a lucky man.