Mr Spencer

Kicking round the backstreets
In the middle of the town
Nothing on my feet
But the dirt from miles around
Nothing in my pocket
But a hole or two
Looking for a target
For my stone

Splashing down a gutter
In a lane of cobblestone
Spying through a hole
In the back of someone's home
Running with a stick
Along a corrugated fence
No one saying nothing
About the time

Sitting by the schoolyard
Where my brother spends his days
There ain't no one in the street now left to play
A dog is eating something
That someone threw away
I wonder what they do in there
Anyway

What's left to explore
When I've been here before
Guess I'll check if Mr Spencer
Has a story to tell
Might even look for bottles
Along the way

What's left to explore
When I've been here before
Guess I'll check if Mr Spencer
Has a story to tell
Might even look for bottles
Might even look for bottles
Might even look for bottles
Along the way



Credits
Writer(s): Malcolm Imlach
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