Vicky Verky

(difford/tilbrook)
With her hair up in his fingers
The fish and chips smell lingers
Under amber streetlamps
She holds the law in her hands
The moistness of the damp night
Falls silent through the lamplight
Although shes only fourteen
She really knows her courting
And up the railway sidings
Theres him and her
Theyre lying
Hand in hand they whisper
Youre my missus and im your mister
The moon as white and virgin
And she was on the turning
Remember your first nibble
When best friends were so little
They really trooped the colours
When walking with each other
And all her mates would giggle
As ladylike shed wiggle
All along the high street
Theyd splash out on an ice cream
Hed sometimes really treat her
But hed done his mothers meter
Well he went off to borstal
He said that he was forced to
Rob the flats of hi fis
Cuz she was ill
And she would cry
Each morning she got sicker
Her mother sometimes hit her
If shed have known the story
She would have been so sorry
He received a letter and admitted it
There was nothing else to do but get rid of it
Lonely in his dormitory
Hed sit and stare
If this is for real
And is it really fair
Summer came so they went
Down to the coast in his tent
She cooked upon his primus
And sampled local cider
She told him in his rucksack
I think i want that chance back
To be perhaps the one who
Will forever love you