Thinking of poems of poverty
Sitting with a tight clenched wrist
thinking how to gain authority
Oh what a soft touch of a boy
He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self
Visions to his self

We'd talk of treasures and over-rated games
We'd steal the milk bottles
sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way
What we loved most of all
was sitting round the shop
while this poor boy was sitting all alone
Sitting all alone

Pondering times of sanctuary
He was sitting taking his piano lessons
we were on half an E
Invested life in medicine
which isn't the wisest way to go, had so much shit going on
Convinced he'd never win
Convinced he was a sin

We'd speak of women and cheaper carryouts

We'd turn up to all the festivals
trying to bring down the touts
What we love the most of all was sittin' at the shop
while this young boy was sittin' all alone
Sittin' all alone

We'd talk of treasures and overrated games
We'd steal the milk bottles
sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way
What we loved most of all
was hanging round the shop
while this poor boy was sitting all alone
Sittin' all alone

He couldn't find none of his own kind
he didn't have none of his own kind
You should take interest in his mind
not spend all of his time wastin all his money and his time
Thinking of poems of poverty
Sitting with a tight clenched wrist
thinking how to gain authority
Oh what a soft touch of a don
He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self
Visions to his self

We'd talk of treasures and overrated games
We'd steal the milk bottles
sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way
What we loved most of all
was hanging round the shop
while this poor boy was sitting all alone
Sittin' all alone

What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop
What we loved most was sitting round the shop
What we loved most was standing at the Dryburgh shop
What we loved the most was hanging round the shop
while he was all alone