Morning Time

 

Morning time morning time
I’m sitting on the coach happy in the mind 
I’m leaving my folks and the cares behind
Yes I’m independent I’m no child
I’m gonna catch me the big north lights 
Those angry loathsome wuthering heights 

Dusk is coming and the coach is cold 
There’s frost on the window and the passengers old
I’ll cadge me a ciggy off Rambling Joe
Ah he’s the nicest man I know
He cut two throats in the dark Soho
I’m independent I’m no child
I’m gonna catch me the big north lights 
The angry loathsome wuthering heights

Morning time morning time
I’m sixteen years as free as the seagull
Morning time morning time
The coach lights fade the coach lights blare 
I said the coach lights fade the coach lights blare 
And I hope the skirts will fly up there
I’m independent I’m no child
I’m gonna catch me the big north lights 
Those angry loathsome wuthering heights 

Move yer arm buster!
 


 

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