Thursday, 10 March 2011


The front door is a funny purple colour
And the back door lock is stiff
The hot tap leaks and drips all night
And there isn't a bath at all.

But there's you and me and a fire
To keep us warm when it works
And a pile of saved-up shillings
To spend on smiling in the hall.

There's a squeaky bed with a lumpy mattress
And a light that you have to get
Right out of bed for the switch 
And a draught at just the wrong height.

But it's our little flat for
Five pounds a month on Monday
All all that we want is right here.
And it's your turn to turn off the light.

30 January 1973 First home 38 Nelson Street, Kirkcaldy 


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