Текст песни Keith West - Excerpt from a teenage opera

Текст:

Count the days into years His eighty two brings many fears Yesterday's laughter turned to tears His arms and legs don't feel so strong His heart is weak, there's something wrong Opens windows in despair, tries to breathe in some fresh air His conscience cries: "get on your feet Without you, Jack, the town can't eat" Grocer Jack, grocer Jack, get off your back Go into town, don't let them down, oh no no The people that live in the town don't understand He's never been known to miss his round "It's ten-o'clock", the housewives yell "When Jack turns up we'll give him hell" Husbands moan at breakfast tables No milk, no eggs, no marmalade labels Mothers send their children out To Jack's house to scream and shout Grocer Jack, grocer Jack, get off your back Come into town, don't let us down, oh no no It's Sunday morning bright and clear Lovely flowers decorate a marvellous square People cry and walk away and think about the fateful day Now they wish they'd given Jack more affection and respect The little children dressed in black Don't know what happened to old Jack Grocer Jack, grocer Jack, is it true what mummy says You won't come back, oh no no...

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