The Grove & The Ditch

In 74 the schools at war
On the 318 and the 144
T Rex at the old town hall
It’s a long way back but we’ve walked home before

Cricket Club discothèque and
A gang of lads in fancy dress
Kicking off getting chased
Over the waste ground to the new estate

Life’s a gas no life’s a bitch
Tony Blackburn he’s in bits
Rocky Horror dressed like a witch
Cause I am the grove and you are the ditch

And there’s fighting in the colleges
And dancing at The Forest Inn
Strand Café at the top of the town
Gang of Kids in Dr Martens give you the run around

Feather cut at the barbers shop
A Les Paul copy and a smoker’s cough
Hop Wood ho down its The Jameson Raid
Dying of exposure discontented winter days

Roof top protest not a stitch
Jesus loves you now just play the hits
The show must go on without a hitch
Cause I am the grove and you are the ditch

I don’t want to be in your gang
No Puppy Love no Shang a Lang
Tarts n vicars fools romancing
And always way too many skinheads dancing

Guitar Hero gone to ground
The headlines run in the NME & Sounds
Once upon a time he was bound for glory
Now he’s a tax exile and a closet Tory

Wacky Warehouse and you’re off your tits
Pills n thrills in starts and fits
They rot your teeth man give you a twitch
Cause I am the grove and you are the ditch

Life’s a gas no life’s a bitch
Tony Blackburn he’s in bits
Rocky Horror she’s a witch
And I am the grove and you are the ditch

I am the grove and you are the ditch



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