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Man City Maine Road boys from the Moss Theres mark mike and pete Always on heat on the street Rick actin the dick me laughin with glee we were free havin fun in the moss cos it was boss
Yeah Moss Side the place we grew up Saw good times and bad But Don’t be sad im glad yeah We used to lark about after school Scivin and tryin to keep out of trouble in our little bubble, with baggy trousers and a one step beyond, with madness in our ears there was no tears. In Moss Side we used to play for hours in showers From dawn till dusk it was a must
The Moss side carnival happened every year lots of beer. people selling there gear There was riots a brewing and im not screwin Stealin and Thievin the moss was a breathin fire bright, the cars a light. Shootin, and lootin there was also Fun at Maine road, we weren’t old Crowds a buzzin no fussin and lots of cussin Runnin down tunnels, getin into troubles kippax end was with a friend. And I wont bend and boy did it pound to the city beat on the street feel the heat from the people on the street in the 70s and eighties they were the latest and greatest.
Like the Eye of the tiger,thrill of the fight. And what a sight. We Played on the streets, race and chase with bikes, had lots of likes. commando grass, street football, kerby, keepy upy. Kick can, Knock and run it was lots of fun,
Mind yer car mr And boy did we miss ye The mind yer car money We spent it on honey, sweets and treats space invader crisps, smack on the lips we played tricks jublies, bubblies, bangers, the lot, youve forgot we had black jacks, cola cubes, spangles the lot football cards you flicked at the wall what a ball fireworks, screamers, bangers galore and much more, you know the score
we made dens with friends air raid shelters, they were belters, old derelict houses wore holy trousers what howlers, talkin shoes no booze. jubleys were dew and we shared a few god help you if you were last in the cue Lived off fresh air back then and then Dirt on our faces, we went places with ought traces cobbled alleyways with rubbish piled high clambering high to the sky we found porno mags amongst rags tried a few fags had a few gags no mobile phones, and “don’t be late”, your mum shouted at the gate, “back at ten” and then, from the telephone box on the street, you phone home from the piss smelling phone, a cut wire it’s a live wire it was enlightenin, not frightenin the things that we did when we were a kids
So mark mike and pete had a green grocery shop On caythorpe street What A treat banged your ball on the street with your feet we did meet and greet and Nevs second hand shop Rubbish galore and drugs in store we knew the score We used to knock on his door A reggae band at the back of his shop Practised for hours in showers danced on streets with treats, in the summer heat loved the band Madness There was no sadness In those days of gladness
Get to the chippy, Rons fish and chippy, Fish and Chips in newspaper print We were always skint Dandelion and burdock to wash it all down withought a frown. ran amock around town We flocked at your house to the sound of Madness it was gladness, this madness. Mark Mike and Pete was always on heat on the street. give em a look and then a right hook, a dart in the face at pace.
Marks house in the middle of the street, what a treat life at full beat no retreat there was Georges Barbers We played arcade for hours when there were showers Played Pool it was cool Messed about on broadfield baths roof, theres no proof. the irish gang used to rob lead off the roof they were thick in the head, no more dread Getting in trouble , divin, scivin, survivin We got into fights some nights and had some frights Under those heady street lights
Moss Side the place we grew up The good old days, just a haze we did feats, and very few treats And then we grew up The Claremont pub Drinks in store, women and more. We got motorbikes and rode for hours In showers
All grown up now our own lives and wives So just remember the days in the moss Kids growin up The good old days Simpler times happier times with no crimes So when we all get together Well share a beer in the pub We will all reminisce of the good old days in the Moss
Yeah Man City Maine road boys from the Moss Cos it was boss
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