Berkshire Poppies

So many people
 With nothing to do
 Hundreds of buildings
 That block out 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
 And two hundred kids
 In one red minimoke
 Scream down the street
 Fully loaded
 Day in the city
 Oh, what a pity
 I could be in Berkshire
 Where the poppies are so pretty
 I could be in Berkshire
 Where the poppies are so pretty
 I wish that
 I was there
 I wanna make
 It out of there
 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 heard a remark
 I turned on but no one
 Could hear me, no one
 Day in the city
 Oh, what a pity
 I could be in Berkshire
 Where the poppies are so pretty
 I could be in Berkshire
 Where the poppies are so pretty
 I wish that
 I was there
 I wanna make
 It out of there
 I wanna make
 It out of there
 I wanna make
 It out of there