Song: Lucky Bag Street

I live on Lucky Bag Street
A street in the land of life, (a poor and overcrowded street).
Once it was a slum street
Now it only rains all night
While everyone is doing their sums
Now it is a street with a light.

I suck you through a paper straw
I travel around by tube
I leap-frog about like tiddlywinks
I have made my home in a cube
I throw the dice and I don’t think twice
If I throw double six, I eat food

I’m sure I’ve lived a better life
One that spilled over and spread out
But living here in lucky Bag Street
My memories I seem to doubt
It’s like I have nails through my feet
But I’m too disorientated to shout

Lucky Bag Street, Lucky Bag Street
Come and take a dip in Lucky Bag Street
At least you will win a comic saying
At last, you will win a plastic treat
So come and live with me in Lucky Bag Street

My mail consists of competitions
Surveys, prize draws, lucky dips
I bounce around like a pinball
To women who want to use whips
I like to think big but I live small
And I don’t have lucky lips

Lucky Bag Street etc.

1999