Mum would shout and scream when dad would come home drunk When she asked him where hed been, hed say "up the clissold arms" Chatting up some huzzy, but he didnt mean no harm Sunday morning drives, just to get away Ramsgate or southend, it would always be a laugh Paddling by the sea, trousers rolled up to the knees Walking by the sea, full of dreams, eating ice cream Grandmas burnt her cheeks getting brown, turn her over Fortis green, memories of days when I was young It can only be a memory. a time that now has gone Theres uncle frank tellin stories from the war Frightening all the kids, yet wed heard it all before While the bombs were droppin round, there were parties underground Aunt lils at the gin, while mums singing songs From the 40s when variety, max miller was going strong All the characters are gone, oh, what a blooming shame I wish that it could be like it was in the old days Sat on aunties knee, toasting bread in the fire-place Fortis green, memories of days when I was young It can only be a memory. a time that now has gone Memories of fortis green, when I was just a lad Collecting bottle tops, threepenny bits. fishing with my dad Sisters in the doorway, snogging with her bloke Scared to put the cat out case I put him off his stroke But she wouldnt be denied, I got a shilling as a bribe I used to do my courting on an old kitchen chair The girls were all so sporting, but I only really cared for my little katie-sue There was nothing she wouldnt do Sunday after tea we would listen to the wireless Hancocks half-hour, luxembourg. wed sit for hours Fortis green, memories of days when I was young It can only be a memory. a time that now has gone Fortis green, memories of days when I was young Collecting bottle tops, threepenny bits. fishing with my dad Thats it
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