Hope Street

There’s a young boy in the queue


Not much else for him to do


He’s had a drink, he’s had a few


Down the pub on Hope Street


Dear old lady, you’re looking thin


Got a shopping bag with your life in


Your old man’s going through the bins


It’s down and outs on Hope Street


Rain on me come pouring down


Clean the dirt off this old town


Tell the sun to come around


And show his face on Hope Street





There’s a fight right down the street


The betting shop has got him beat


Blew his money for the week


On a horse called Hope Street


No old faces out today


Someone took them all away


Cleaning up or so they say


The dirty face of Hope Street


Rain on me come pouring down


Clean the dirt off this old town


Tell the sun to come around


And show his face on Hope Street





Rain on me come pouring down


Clean the dirt off this old town


Tell the sun to come around


And show his face on Hope Street


Everyday I look at you


Dressed up in your ties of blue


Saying there’s not much you can do


To help the kids on Hope Street


They don’t seem to even care


That it was you that put them there


You seem to think they like it there


Hanging out on Hope Street





Rain on me come pouring down


Clean the dirt off this old town


Tell the sun to come around


And show his face on Hope Street