Composer: Jonathan Watson, John Turrell, Lloyd Wright
Lyrics
Chip fat and dust the smell of the 80s
Living on a Gateshead hill
Blue pop and sweets delivered by the sky man
I wonder what made us ill
The milk boys on rounds making all the money
Spent it wisely on cigarettes too tight for alphabets
Now they’re cleaning windows
And looking at your world from the outside
And from the outside
From the outside
From the outside
Kids en masse hiding in the back lanes
I wonder if they still play it now
Mount Pleasant club packed out on a Sunday
Will the turn please take a bow?
No job in sight your giro’s in the Shakespeare
Just enough for cigarettes the bookies certain bet
Your kids outside the windows
Are looking at your world from the outside
From the outside
From the outside
From the outside
Boom bada bada bada bada bada banana
Boom bada bada bada bada bada banana
Boom bada bada bada bada dada doododoo
Boom bada bada bada bada dada dodoaaaa
If I could be there once again
Dreams we had and lost back then
You know that I wouldn’t change a thing
If we could be there once again
In my heart I’d have everything
And it would be strange wouldn’t it be nice
Just one last time
Just one more time
Just one last time
Just one more time
Just one last time
JOHN CHRISTOPHER TURRELL, JONATHAN WATSON, LLOYD WRIGHT