Berkshire Poppies

(One, two, three, two, two, three)

So many people with nothing to do

Hundreds of buildings that muck up my view

Watched by a tramp with a hole in his shoe

Standing alone on the corner

He's thinking that work is all a big joke

While he looks in the gutter for something to smoke

Two hundred kids in one red Mini Moke

Scream down the street fully loaded

Day in the city, oh what a pity

I could be in Berkshire where the poppies grow so pretty

I could be in Berkshire where the poppies grow so pretty

I wish that I was there

I wouldn't really have but a care

People like sardines packed in a can

Waiting for Christmas that's made in Japan

And I'm having trouble with my apple flan

Sat in the cafe on the corner

I walk through the green gates and into the park

Where murderers crawl after girls in the dark

Down by the shed I heard a remark

I turned on but no one could hear me

Day in the city, oh what a pity

I could be in Berkshire where the poppies grow so pretty

I could be in Berkshire where the poppies grow so pretty

I wish that I was there

I wouldn't really have but a care

I wouldn't really have but a care

I wouldn't really have but a care, no

I wouldn't really have but a care