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 she's only fourteen
 She really knows her courting
 And up the railway sidings
 There's him and her
 They're lying
 Hand in hand they whisper
 You're my missus and I'm 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 she'd wiggle
 All along the high street
 They'd splash out on an ice cream
 He'd sometimes really treat her
 But he'd done his mother's meter
 Well he went off to Borstal
 He said that he was forced to
 Rob the flats of Hi Fi's
 Cuz she was ill
 And she would cry
 Each morning she got sicker
 Her mother sometimes hit her
 If she'd 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
 He'd 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