INTRODUCTION

 

After the 2nd world war and the election of Clement Attlee‘s Labour party Britain finally got a national health service, council housing, comprehensive schools and other services that civilised society takes for granted.     Supposedly we’d won the war but the fact that we were bomb damaged, had an industry only fit to produce war materials (and because of lend lease) were in massive debt to the USA it meant the end of both the empire and our position as the worlds number one financial and military power. It would be worth pointing out to those who feel that the empire lorded it over weaker nations and robbed them blind that during Britain’s dominance of the world over a period of 400 years the vast amount of wealth created and accumulated did not improved the living conditions of it’s working people who were in the main still starved, worked to death and living in terrible conditions.     Despite the debt Britain was in (and it must be said with good intention) The Labour party pushed ahead with the building of a New Jerusalem and the long awaited homes fit for heroes. This was done with more money borrowed from the US at suicidal interest rates….. Thus we have now come full circle and have discovered that the foundations that our modern world is built on are unsound.    So now this is Billy’s time....... He doesn’t have to understand the reasons why but he learns fast   that if you’re born to live in Victory Road Estate then your options are limited..... Just another generation following in their fathers footsteps.

 

 

 

GOODBYE VICTORY ROAD  part one

 

 

 

LONG TIME TILL WE’RE ALL GROWN UP

Victory Road kids

 

Yeah we know the streets – but we don’t know the world

We know the neighbours – but we’re just boys and girls

And it’s a long time – till we’ll be all grown up

Living in the big world – Living in the big world

 

All the things we see – we don’t learn ‘em on TV

Find things out ourselves – dream what we will be

Coz it’s a long time – till we’ll be grown up

Living in the big world – Living in the big world

 

We don’t read the papers – we don’t watch the news

Just know what the streets say – we only see the truth

We always make our own fun – invent all our own ideas

We don’t have no money – we don’t know no fear

…. But one day we’ll be all grown up

 

Our Mums and Dads talk to us – but we don’t talk to them

They say what we should wear – teach us not to swear

Their lives, they were hard – but ours now will be better…. When we’re

Living in the big world – Living in the big world – Living in the big world

 

 

AINT GOT TIME                                

Narrator / Billy / Teacher

 

Early to rise….it’s still dark outside

Goes out in the pouring rain - clutching the sandwich his mum made

Guess it’s gonna be - another bleak day

Factory looms larger than life - runs the last hundred yards to be on time

 

Billy James- Wha’d yer wanna be when you get older

D’yer wanna fly a plane – be a footballer - or maybe a soldier

 

Mr James in front of the box - he’s wasting away

While Billy’s on a factory line eight hours - scrapping a wage

Does a man’s work – sure beats any education

Aint no - regulations – just more cheap labour for the corporation

 

Billy James- Wha’d yer wanna be when you get older

D’yer wanna fly a plane – be a footballer - or maybe a soldier

Billy James- Wha’d yer wanna be when you get older

Aint got time - to think about that - got too much on me shoulders

 

And the other day - I heard - a politician say

This is what made Britain great – back in Dickens’ day

 

Billy James - Billy James - Billy James……..

 

You get one chance Billy and that’s your lot…. You’re a bright kid - and you’re gonna throw your future away….. Me dad aint, well, what am I supposed to do…... Just think about it Billy, that’s all I’m asking…..

there’s nothing to think about, you wouldn’t understand, I’ve got no choice…….

you wouldn’t……..understand

 

 

SPACE CADETS BROKEN WINDOWS       

Billy / Pip / Teacher 1 / Teacher 2

 

C’mon Billy, let’s get through here. Quick no-one’s looking

 

Phillip is his mum’s special boy – a space cadet, an inventor

He takes his toys and stuff apart – to create something better

…..Then smashes it up…. In a fit of frustration

 

Pip…. is a strange boy   -   I never know if it’s all accidental

Pip…. is a strange boy   -   Pip is my best mate

 

I first met Pip at St Mary’s – A kid with a twitch - out of his tree

His Dad hoped they’d wear him out – like a windmill in every bout

….. No he’s never scared…. Just full of frustration

 

Pip.... is a strange boy   -   I never know if it’s all accidental

Pip… is a strange boy   -   Pip is my best mate……….He is fucking mental

 

Phillip is a nice boy, he is a bright boy – He can be difficult,

destructive …... He needs to be creative

I’ll try to get him in a class – for piano and guitar

He’ll love to sing and play – la la – la la – la

 

Hey you boy go and see the head… what again

Yes boy tell him to give you the cane….. what again

And then go straight to sanctuary…. And sit there with the stupid kids

The problem kids – the difficult kids….. or don’t come in at all

Go anywhere you like – give me some peace of mind….. this is really boring

 

So we go looking for adventure – where we’re not allowed

Find gaps and crawl through fences – climb into falling buildings

Breaking windows in a world that’s lost

Pip goes throwing bricks at old rusting bombs

 

…. Look here comes the man – he’s got his big black angry dog

Here he come’s….. quick run…… ha ha ha

So we run like mad -  we pull each other back

We trip and we fall – and we crawl….

back under the fence – into the street

And we laugh for a long time - For we’ve a long time to be - something

and no we can’t see ahead….. can’t see the future, can’t see the dead ends

 

special boy    special boy     special boy     special boy     

 

 

EXPERIMENTS 

Billy

 

Always say we ain’t no use – and wonder why we refuse

Our so called betters, real go-getters – we’ll turn out to be

 

Could’ve tried harder - That’s all they ever say

Could’ve tried harder – Don’t tell us we’re to blame

 

Some kids they never learn to write –busy learning to survive

Gave no ambition - just mental malnutrition – and send us on our way

 

We’re experiments – from the flats and tenements

We are experiments

We are experiments

 

Bit by bit we come to realise – that someone’s planned our lives

But what can we do about it – is there no way out ?

I suppose there could be a break for a lucky few

But kid you gotta make the most of your youth

that’s the truth…… the unspoken truth…… that your teachers never tell you.

Your teachers’ll never tell you – that you’re experiments

experiments….…experiments….… gotta know your place

experiments….…We are we are the - human waste……

 

And anyway – no kid here – will get to do what they wanna do

The rich kids’ll get - all the good jobs you know it’s true

We’re just lab rats - going round on a wheel

For kids from the estate – none of this is re-al

A dead end just - like my dad – that’s the way it’s gonna be

No, we aint gonna make it…. No, we aint gonna make it….

No, we aint gonna make it…. We’re not supposed see ?

 

 

MY EARLIEST MEMORIES   

Billy

 

I was born in the local mothers and babies and christened William Charles James….. that’s me getting my first dig (baby crying) …..  anyway everyone round here just knows me as Billy.

 

My earliest memories – we’re sharing an old house with strangers

I’m being bathed in front of the fire – I’ve a children’s book with cloth pages

I sleep with my mum and Dad – there’s a cooker in the front room

and we share the loo out on the landing – with two other families

 

These are thing that they’ll never see – These are my earliest memories    

 

Then little Graham  - he comes along – and we move -  to a brand new block

I can look down and see ships on the river – from the long balcony outside our front door

I share a bedroom  - with my brother – we’re up on - the 7th floor

       And we overlook the old flats – where we say the poor kids live

       Which really is quite funny - coz we aint exactly rich

 

 These are thing that they’ll never see – These are my earliest memories

 

It’s a nice place to live – and everything’s new

and we’ve got a bath – and there’s central heating

And I play round the flats – where the big kids will trap you

in the underground garage – and say - “beg or we’ll give you a beating

    

But my Dad’s he’s a big man – say’s don’t cry, no need to worry

Lets’s have it - jab and cross son –stand up to those bullies  

And soon it seems the boxing club – is my second home

And then there’s more important things than school – so I don’t have to go

 

So from an early age – when we learn what to believe

I gave up listening to them and these became my streets

I never listened – coz I knew they could never see

These are – my earliest memories

Ahhhhh - These are – my earliest  my earliest memories

 

Generation - Generation - after generation

These are…….my earliest memories

 

 

START AGAIN  (KUNG-FU FIGHTS)

The New Wave’s singer

 

Meanwhile up in town some kids are planning another revolution

 

Get the train up town – where the streets gone quiet

Office workers back – where they come from

Under street lights – the freaks come out to play

And the bored – and the brave

China town deserted – ‘cept for skinheads looking for kung fu fights - Tonight

 

Kids looking for revolution – we thought this was the time

Please don’t give up – or teenage dreams will die

These are the days of punk rock – but it’s failing

Bands selling out – down dirty stairs behind street railings

Another basement club – acting tough - Kids looking for revolution – Tonight

 

Don’t care much for DJ’s – but you can’t knock it when they play

Bowie, Motts, The Who, Dr Feelgood and Slade

We better make the most of it – and make our plans….……… Tonight

 

So the bands are selling out – and slogans replace truth

Kids looking for revolution – what we gonna do

Kids looking for revolution – thought this was the time

Please don’t give up – or teenage dreams will die……………… Tonight

 

 

THESE ARE MY STREETS

Billy

 

And now my world stretches - from Victory Road - to Kingsman parade

And to the other side of town – where the bombs were made

 

Yeah I knock about with the sharp young mods - And the dockyard skinhead yobs

Took a brush and can - and painted mods rule……outside the school

I’ve caught on early to the way they deceive yer –I’m a disconnected young believer

 

These are my streets – These will always be my streets – These are my streets

 

I wear a fishtail parka – haircut from the cover of My Generation

Like the infamous Sawdust Caesars - now I’m - an unbeliever

 

We are the mods - we are the the mods - we are, we are – we are the mods

 

So I’m getting into aggro – and I don’t lay off the beer

And I hear some people say – that it’ll only end in tears

They say I’ll spoil my prospects – and big time invitations

But so what ? – you know I aint got no expectations

 

Before I go out – a quick look in the mirror – Coz I wanna look sharp

Be the business….. coz this who am – not a mug….. who can be pushed around

Yer know they can love me or hate me – coz none of em matter

 

 

GOING STEADY     

Billy / Janice

 

Watcha  Billy… oh alright Janice…. er d’yer wanna go to Saturday morning pictures, I’ve got some money….. ah that’d be awful nice Billy….. come round and knock for me

 

I’ve known Janice since we were small

Victory Road’s our home -and yeah that’s cool

As they say on Batman and Banana Splits

But all I know is - we’re just kids

……And Janice - Oh she’s really pretty - and I wanna tell her - Yeah I do……..

Tell her she’s the one……Well that’s the flashback done

 

Now Janice’s got a job in a record shop

And I’m knocking up muck for a brickie

Cash in hand saving for a Lambretta

Coz I wanna ride up - and impress her

…... But I aint bothered ‘bout that – I’ve always liked you – I always will

And yeah I understand…….your not a boy now – you’re a man

 

All the lads wanna go out with her - All the lads wanna be her first

And I don’t know why ?  - But me I’m just too shy

But then last night at a party – drinking cider with me mates

I got brave and I kissed her - yeah I kissed her – and that was yesterday       Na na na

 

Now me and Janice are going steady… she say’s she loves me

me and Janice are going steady… oh yeah

 

Where are we going ? – Will we get married ?

I suppose it’s a  dream ? – yeah I know that’s silly

It’s hard to make plans – How can you dream

When all you know – Are the local streets ?

…..……  No, We don’t think about that

…..……  No, We don’t – think – a - bout that………

 

Coz me and Janice are going steady.… Coz me and Janice are going steady

Coz me and Janice are going steady …..she say’s she loves me

Yeah me and Janice are going steady… oh yeah

 

 

70’s KIDS

Journalist / Victory Road Kid      

 

70’s kids - another generation - how does it feel ? - it’s hard to say - I don’t know

It’s prob’ly the same - a bit more colour - in a world of black and grey

 

70’s kids - can’t get what you need - yeah but hey

There’s a world out there - a world that we can shape

 

70’s kid are going to bite - yeah mate - that’s right, we’re out all night

Tear aways - yeah that’s us - always in a fight

A world that we don’t see - right under our noses

The places that we go - that we make our own

 

70’s kids

70’s kids

 

 

POP ART SHIRT    

Billy / Janice / Pip   

 

Billy, some kids are having a go at Pip

Coz he’s dressed as a mod – at the record shop

Better go – and tell em to stop

Before he goes mad – and loses the plot   ……..   Alright Janice

 

Oi you lot – so you think you’re tough

Leave him alone – go on - shove off

And if I see you - near him again

…….I’ll kick yer head in

 

Watcha Billy – watcha Janice

So when are you’s two – getting married

Funny – nice one pip - Yeah you’re a right laugh

Ahh Pip’s my favourite

And Pip my son – you’re looking smart

Mum made me shirt – it’s real pop ar ar art

And you’re never - gonna guess what

Graham got me - an electric guitar

 

Now I’m just like  - you and the boys

I feel like making – lots of noise

No-one’s gonna - tell me to stop

Coz I’m just like the punks - on Top of the Pops

 

That’ll be me one day

That’ll be me like this………….. with my electric guitar

Oh Pip you make me laugh

No – I’m serious

 

Oh dreams you know – they can’t hurt

Guitars – and pop art shirts     

Ad - o - lescent dreams

Versus reality

For Pip it’s something – to believe in

 

ahhhh…….pop – art – shirts

…….pop – art – shirts

…….pop – art – shirts

…….pop – art – shirts

 

 

LATE NIGHT SHOPPING        

Billy / Graham / Dad

 

Graham it’s the weekend – aint yer getting out of bed

……………………………Graham it’s the weekend

 

No, not yet - I’ve been on a late - night shopping spree

Picked up some red tag Levis - and Lonsdale T’s

Suit you and your mates - oh yeah -do I get mine for free

You might get a discount Billy - It’s the principle you see

………. Oh – you really take the biscuit

Graham you’re a wide boy…… what me ?

 

Graham it’s the weekend – don’t tell me you got nothing to spend

Nar mate – a few quid to be earned - some business to attend

Yeah okay but can you keep - an eye on Dad

Coz me and the lads are Meeting - down the café

having a fry-up and then - I’m off for the weekend …….. on me scooter to the sea

 

Billy - it’s the weekend ….. it’s the weekend

 I’m busy – I got places to go  - Graham you’re a selfish little scrote

Clear of out the pair of yer

 

I don’t believe you sometimes  - blood is thicker don’t you know

Billy no need to be like that - I’ll make time to look in on Dad

I can look after meself

Well don’t knock yerself out - I don’t know where you get it from

 Sometimes you make me die- You’ll either go a long way or end up inside

 

Ahh, it’s just a bit of petty crime

shops and factories so that’s alright

………………..Yeah I suppose….. anyway I better get myself smartened up and ready to go.

 

I think I’ll take Pip along

Yeah – just don’t get him in no trouble

Listen to yer brother Graham, you’re getting far too big for your boots

 

Oi Graham – see if you can get me something nice

for Janice on your travels

……maybe a cross and gold chain………..Yeah of course mate

 

GLORY BOYS     

Billy and Victory Mods

 

Down the café early Saturday morning - Dragged me-self outta bed….. still yawning

Scooters in a row - are yer ready to go ? - Kick start – Kick start …….heading for the coast

…… on the road – we’ll stick together …… we’re all mates…..  forever      

Lala lala lala lala la la

 

In the pubs and in the arcades - Putting on the charm - chatting up the birds

Yeah we’re the Victory Road mods - What -  haven’t you heard ?

…… about us – yeah we’ll live forever

 

Oh they’ll never stop us……Oh but they can try

Oh they’ll never stop us … Coz we’re the Glory boys….. Alright

 

I’d never seen the sea before – Standing on the beach - skimming stones

I’ve never been this far away ……….From the flats…. in Vic-tory Road - Victory Road

 

It’s overcast - but the sun’ll come out later

Promises - all of our lives – the old bill - giving us the eye eye eye eeeeee

………….Let em try  -  and get in my way –

This is the thing I live for - it’s something bigger than everyday

For me… it’s about belonging - being someone, it’s hard to explain

But I know we’ll always stick together…… we’ll be mates forever

 

Oh they’ll never stop us………Oh but they can try

No they’ll never stop us……….Coz we’re the Glory boys….. Alright

Glory boys alright

 

In factories, cafes - and fruit packers - we can be as good as gold

Work for the freedom that we need

Till we get that little brown packet at the end of the week

Where we’re a teenage revolution gotta to keep the lid on

Try not to flip, button down the lip

Back into their world…………Back to work on Monday morning

 

 

WHO’LL DO THE SHIT JOBS ? 

Narrator / Billy / Pip

 

The afternoon sun bakes a crowded street

And people with ill fitting clothes - and blistered feet

Too proud or too busy to take a blow

Picking up the pieces - but they don’t know

 

That everydaaaay is another day

That everydaaaay is another day

 

It’s hard to say what keeps em going all day  

To be second class - and out of date

Look up in awe - and down in hate

Say, yeah everyone - should know their place

 

And everydaaaay is another day

That everydaaaay is another day - And if we all make it

…… Then who’ll doooo ….. the shit jobs eh ?

….. the shit jobs eeeeh ? ….. shit jobs ehhhh ? ….. the shit jobs eh ehhh?

 

BILLY -  It’s just a craze –

BILLY – Know your place –

BILLY – it’s a rat race –

BILLY – So you’re a face ! –

 

I’m a face in the crowd – struggling for air

Just wanna be more than a stillborn dream

The people round here – going nowhere

Tell me – what have they seen ?

 

……………  BILLY

……………  BILLY   -   I’ve gotta be something  -  I’ve gotta be someone ?     

……………  BILLY    -     we gotta do the shit jobs

……………  BILLY

 

lala lala la           Coz every - day is - just a - nother day

 

We’ve got a manager, our gear all set up in a warehouse sp we can practice any time….., that’s great pip….. aint no stopping us now… I’m really chuffed Pip…. I always thought the band would make it

 

 

GRANDAD’S MISCELLANEOUS MILITARY MEMORABILIA

Billy    

 

As a kid I’d visit Grandad

He lived in the Guinness buildings down the Old Kent Road

…….They were pre-war flats that had seen better days

They all looked in on each other - and the sun never got in

……There was no grass to play on  

 

 

I remember grandad had an old piano - but no-one ever played it

He liked to watch his old black and white tele

….And sometimes he’d let me look at his medals ‘n’ stuff from the war

…….Old photos of him in the desert with the 25 pounder he used to fire

Photos of him and his mates

…..His ribbons, cap, badges - and the stripes he wore when he was a corporal

 

Grandad I never saw you smile

I never missed you when you died

I don’t mean to sound off – that’s just the way it was (then)

Grandad’s was a long way on a – (number) 53 - for mum and me

so I didn’t know you enough

To know if you were lonely

 

Coz grandma walked out on you

Left you for a bookie

Left you and your daughter (my mum)

So much for the war - you won

 

Grandad I never saw you smile

I never missed you when you died

I hope you had - some best times in your life

lala lala la laaaaa

oh Grandad - I suppose I didn’t think about it back then

 

You didn’t have nothing to show - for fighting for this country

Or all the hard years you spent - working since a boy.

Grandad who were you – who am I ?……GRANDAD

 

He died in 1970 from lung cancer

 

 

TOP OF THE POPS      

Sung by: Billy / Victory Road kid / Pip

 

D’yer know - Pip’s in a band – No, what are they called ?

They’re called  the New Wave - The New Wave –

What are they like ? – They’re our mates

Are they any good ? – Yeah they’re ace

……They’re  building up a following – There’s talk of a deal

Gigs are full of kids like us – Who know’s – maybe they’re too real

 

And I said Pip – I’ll see you on Top of the Pops

And he said yeah – Then I’ll give up the day job

 

Have they got - a single out ? – there’ll be one soon, any day

On a small label – It’s just a step – a small step on the way

It’s the the first song – they play at their gigs – it’s called The New Wave

We are The New Wave – We are The New Wave

 

And I said Pip – You’re a lucky sod

And he said yeah – Then I’ll give up the day job

 

I’ll see you on Top of the Pops - I’ll see you on Top of the Pops

I’ll be there, playing my guitar

….. on Top of the Pops

 

And I said Pip – You’re a lucky sod ….

I’ll see you on Top of the Pops

And I said Pip you’re a lucky sod - I’ll see you on Top of the Pops

And he said yeah – Then I’ll give up the day job

 

He’s a jammy bugger – good luck to him, that’s what I say.

 

 

VICTORY ROAD  BUBBLE    

Billy

 

Every Saturday morning tele America’s great

Leave these grey shores and let’s run away

Into a future of cowboys, ghettos 

the yanks are coming

To win the war, with their bombs 

and nylon stockings

 

Told nothing about my home town - Told nothing about who I am

Told nothing about this – this history 

You know our past is – a mystery

 

We were building ships inventing the modern world

Slaving in factories – little boys and little girls

Granddad lost somewhere 

in obscurity

How can he be a hero 

with those bad British teeth

 

Told nothing about my home town - Told nothing about who I am

Told nothing about this – this history 

You know our past is – a mystery

 

La la la - a mystery

 

Victory Road is a bubble in time……No beginning – no it just is

Victory Road saw hope fade and die…….We were the first of the socialists

 

But nobody told us - to hold our heads up – But nobody told us none of that stuff

 

Victory Road is a bubble in time

and they can’t understand why  we wear our best clothes to fight

on Friday and Saturday nights - well all we’ve got is our pride

and each other - and we can’t back down     

till the day that we die

Victory Road is a bubble in time 

    

 

RATS

The New Wave / Pip / Billy

 

Quick come and listen - it’s our first record Ssshhh

  

People that are born here - Pushed in a corner      

Scurrying like rats - Falling down the cracks                                

Ahhhhh                       In society

 

So yer got a nice car - To prove who you are

A house and a mortgage - Chains that’s all it is          

Ahhhhh                         In society                    

Ahhhhhh                   Yeah and me ?

 

I think I’m different       I hope I am…………. not like

The others who believe it all    -   Spoon fed can’t see the world

Where the big people decide  -   If we live or die in society

 

Pushed in a corner      Scurrying like rats

People falling – falling      Falling down the cracks

 

Like rats     Yeah rats       Rats        Rats

 

Bloody hell Pip that’s really good 

 

 

SATURDAY NIGHT           

Graham / Billy / Victory Mod     

 

And  do you know Billy – what’s my greatest fear

They’d vote for a pig in a red rosette – round here

They say know your place – but that aint me

I want more from life – so I’m gonna break free

 

You watch Billy         -        I’ll get out of here

While you and your mates        -      are still you’re downing your beer

You watch Billy I’ll get out of here  -  While you’re downing your beer

And out fighting on a Saturday night  - All dressed up and ready to die

 

Yeah we’re working for the bosses – every day

Making them rich –just look at your pay…. (packet)

Gone each weekend – left loose change

Skint all week – it’s always…….. always the same

 

You watch Billy         -        I’ll get out of here

While you and your mates        -      are still you’re downing your beer

You watch Billy I’ll get out of here  -  While you’re downing your beer

And STILL fighting on a Saturday night  - All dressed up and ready to die - FOR WHAT

What yer doing it for Billy ?

 

Billy you’ve got no ambition ……… you’ve got no ambition

Billy you’ve got no ambition  …………………………………….No ambition

 

You watch Billy         -        I’ll get out of here

While you and your mates        -      are still you’re downing your beer

You watch Billy I’ll get out of here  -  While you’re downing your beer

And STILL fighting on a Saturday night  - All dressed up and ready to die

 

…..well don’t you think I wanna get out…. I don’t wanna end up worn out and crippled like Dad….

Yeah, well then what you gonna do ? …. Something, I don’t know......

Yer headed for the factory line – you and yer mates …..

Don’t put my mates down, we’re out all the time, going places……

Talk of the devil, here come some of your mates now

 

Alright Billy, you out tonight ?

Is the pope a catholic ?..... oh yeah alright

Pip’s band playing the cellar ….. our name’s on the door

 yeah, sounds good to me

You bringing yer little brother….. well, we’ll see

Tonight then – yeah see yer later

You make me laugh, you and that freak Pip

Shut the fuck up Graham – you’re getting right on my tits

 

 

WE’RE THE NEW WAVE

The New Wave

 

Good to see so many faces here tonight....... looking smart......

this is the weekend......we're the one's who got the sus........

yeah it's 1978...... and this is our time...... c'mon lets see some action

 

Now it’s 79 – aint gonna waste our time……..aint gonna waste our time

Yeah we wanna fly – wanna do the things our parents never did …….No one’s gonna stop us

 

We’re the new wave    

We are fast and we are sharp -

We’re the new wave    

These word they come - straight from the heart

 

You can’t push us down - your one way street …… always telling us - what to be

Yeah we wanna fly –No dead end world to kill our dreams ………..in your human factory

 

We’re the new wave……….   

We are fast and we are sharp 

We’re the new wave……….    

These word they come straight from the heart

 

They wanna trap you – shut your ears to what the teachers say……turn off the TV - hey

 

We’re the new wave    

We’re the new wave         

 

 

FAG MACHINE                       

Billy / Graham / pub guvnor

 

Here keep a look out…… fuck me, there’s a nice few quid in here

 

Oh Graham - you just had to do it

Think yer a fast boy, full of tricks

Here comes the Guvnor - and his mates

now we’re really in the shit

You had to do the fag machine

Smash it open for the money

 

The Guvnor he don’t look too happy

I knew that this was coming

Oi! you little fuckers – wha’d yer think your doing

Oh yeah…..that’s your game

 

You don’t do that in my pub son…now you want some fun

Time you learnt a lesson…………..

Time you learnt a lesson…………..

 

Oh graham - where were you

When it all kicked off - last night

Went for the band - and a few drinks

Ended up fighting for our lives

 

Looked like you were doing alright

Yeah Billy, you can have a proper fight

Like I was doing alright ! – Alright !

 

Well I’ll tell you – you aint a lot of help

Are you out to - prove something ?

Don’t you ever pull that stunt again

I don’t wanna be - fighting for nothing

 

 

THIS AINT THE END OF IT      

Billy and Victory mods / Judge

 

Well we held our own – some of their lot - got a right kicking

But Ernie got glassed – poor bastard - had 16 stiches in his face

and Pip – a pool cue smashed his hand - So much for the big break – with his band

 

And yer know this aint the end of it….. this aint the end of it…. Oh no.

 

Johnny Dempster and his brothers – yer know they run round here

Pub and clubs, protection rackets – don’t just stand there selling beer

 

And yer know they aint gonna take this lying down - Oh No

 

Coz they’re blokes with plenty of help

And sitting round here aint good for our health

………………..They think we’ll be shitting ourselves

 

So we gotta get tooled up

Hit em when they don’t expect it

Coz this is where we live

And if we don’t fight - we’ll never be respected…………

 

Is everyone in…… will we stick together

Is everyone in…… will we stick together

These are our streets – forever

Yeah everyone’s in – we’re in this together

………..These are our streets……. forever

 

William Charles James I have no alternative other than to hand you a custodial sentence…. Young man you are a menace to society… you will go to prison for 3 years.

 

 

NEW WAVE RADIO      

Pip / Janice

 

The New Wave are playing on the radio - In factories, cafes - and fruit packers

It means the world to the ki-ids - from Victry Road and beyo-ond

It’s a dream come true - The start of something new

New hope - the impossible - we’re told that we can’t do

 

Ohhhhhh – I heard the New Wave – playing on the radio

Ohhhhhh - Have you heard the New Wave ?

 

The New Wave are playing on the radio - on building sites - and kids bedrooms

On trannies down the par-ark - just watch this is the star-art

It’s a dream come true - The start of something new

New hope - the impossible - we’re told that we can’t do

 

Ohhhhhh - what am I doing here ?

the Victory Road mods have all gone

smashed my guitar – stupid songs

 

New Wave  (rpt)   -    Did you hear the New Wave ?

 

I don’t like it here       I wanna go home

 

It’s a cage……There’s an eye in the metal door

I’m scared I don’t like the noises

Pip shut your eyes

Keep your own world safe inside

 

 

SOMEWHERE (WASTING TIME)

Sung by: Billy

 

We were kids just wasting time

and it don’t cost nothing to ride – across the black water to the other side

North where the old factories reek

and the outlook’s bleak – from the tower blocks to the disused docks

 

Across The river ....lalala.... on the ferry

Left us standing…..lalala..…on the jetty

While the river it flows away to the sea

 

We’d look to the Crown from The Pivvy

the lights a sight to see – at night - young, naive and free

And home we’d shout through the tunnel

never once stop to wonder - one day what would come to be

 

Across The river .....lalala..... on the ferry

Left us standing…..lalala..…on the jetty

While the river it flows away to the sea

 

Heard the engines roar like approaching thunder

Those twisting pools could drag us under

……. And who - would know ?

 

Across The river .....lalala..... on the ferry

Left us standing…...lalala….. on the jetty

While the river flows away to the sea

Going somewhere – but it never took you or me