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I was born in a town called Wellingborough – where all the families mixed in.
As a kid growing up on a council estate – we did plenty to fit in.
My friends came knocking at my door – so we could play games in the street.
We never really went hungry – with white bread and jam sandwiches – a treat!
Tell us a story about your childhood.
Tell us a story tonight!
Tell us a joke to make us all laugh.
Let’s play that game again – 40/40 – that was alright.
We wanted for nothing and there was always a fight! – But we didn’t include guns and silly old knives.
I remember the crazy school trips – which were our annual holidays – that’s right.
Mum and Dad were skint again, and we stayed in on a Saturday night.
But that was ok! We made our own fun and played games under the lamp post light.
I borrowed my brother’s clothes and stole 5p crips from the corner shop.
But we never got caught and saved some for the poor kid’s lives.
Tell us a story about your childhood.
Tell us a story tonight!
Tell us a joke to make us all laugh.
Let’s play that game again – but I’m not wearing your sister’s tights.
It was a good job my Nan lived down the road – she saved us from many a dark night.
She taught me and my brother the secret to life and even showed us how to write.
We all made it as teenagers and got jobs that paid for old rope.
Some of us made it to higher education but some chose that other road.
I’ve never taken A class drugs, especially on a Saturday night.
I know friends who aren’t here anymore because they injected poppy flower’s to see the twilight.
Tell us a story about your childhood.
Tell us a story tonight!
Tell us a joke to make us all laugh.
Let’s play that game again – knock down ginger or cherry knocking – whatever you like.
I grew up on a council estate and it’s full memories that were alright.
It armed us with philosophy, street cred and fun that made us ripe.
Can you remember your childhood?
Did you do it right?
All that matters now is this moment we call life.
