In My Street (Live from the C’est La Vie Tour)

There's Turkish drug dealers

An Irish halfway house

There’s ten full black bin bags

Blowing round the gaff

And everybody's moaning about their own birthday

And everybody's talking about getting away

In my street

It’s just the people you meet

I've got a line but I can't get away

Oh no well not until judgement day

There's Eggy, & Beany, Popple, & Chainy

Ronnie, & Freddy, Terry, & Painy

All telling their own kids when they should go to bed

All sitting around their living room off their heads

'Cause in my street

It's all the lovely people you meet

I've got a line but I can't get away

Oh no well not until judgement day

It’s a strange old thing

When you’re on your own

Amongst other people

And your far from home

But at other times

Thinks can change

So quickly

In the nod of a wink

The blink of an eye

And you realize

It's all just in your mind

And you realize

It’s all just in your mind

And then your free

In my street

It's just the people you meet

In my street

It's just the people you meet

We moved here so long ago

I don't remember why

Must be 40 odd year now

But don’t time fly

When your having fun

A boxer

Footballer

A black cab driver

A gangster

A fraudster

A cheating conniver

And everybody's talking about getting away

Looks like we're here to stay

'Cause in my street

It's all the lovely people you meet

I've got a line but I can't get away

Oh no well not until judgement day

'Cause in my street

It's all the people you meet

We've had a line but we can't get away

No well not judgement day