mucking about in the street.
We're kicking bricks and chucking sticks
and knocking round with kids we meet.
The games we play go on all day,
we're out in sun or sleet.
just mucking about in the street.
We're running and jumping and
We're yelling and screaming and hiding and seeking with
back alley cricket with bat and a ball.
ied their kids in the street
and thought he'd write a book
And so made us repeat our rhymes
and names of all the games
And now his book's complete,
not mucking about in the street
Jumping, starting, stopping, tripping
Hiding, seeking, hopping,
Mucking about around the corner
comes prowling around on his beat
then run down the street.
He joins the chase at quite a pace,
despite his monstrous feet.
just mucking about in the
We're running and jumping and
hopping and slipping and stomping,
all because of the trips on
We're yelling and screaming and
mucking about around the corner.
Ladies sent from the welfare,
interview kids in the street.
With anxious frown they write it down,
we tell some tales you can't repeat.
We say that daddy's staring mad
and mum drinks whisky neat
High notes are packed with fibs,
We're running and jumping and
at the cracks on the wall
We're yelling and screaming and
Bucking a butt around the corner,
we're the kids on the corner
Bucking a butt in the street,
we're kicking bricks and chucking sticks
games we play go on all day
We're out in sun or sleep,
we're out of pockets quite a lot
Just muckin' about in the street
Without a fog, it's quite a lot
Just muckin' about in the street
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