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 head 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