True detective in childhood
There must have been sixty
children in six flats in balla,
So every now and then one or
two would have a little fight,
It didn’t matter if you were
a girl or a fella,
If you felt someone wronged
you then you had to put it right,
Gillian was her name and I
was told she squealed,
About some or other thing I
might or not have done,
Well I was going to have her
and all would be revealed,
By the time I was finished
she would be having a lot less fun,
I was grounded until the father
came home,
But I saw her out through the
window of my room,
The door was locked and I was
on my own,
Waiting for the strap by the
light of the moon,
“I’ll get you” I roared as
she walked passed my house,
“It’s all your fault that I’m
waiting on the strap”
Get in from that window you
stupid old louse,
No idea what you’re on about
or I’ll give you a slap,
Well you told my mother what
I did the other day,
Now I’m for the high jump and
it’s all down to you,
Ah shut up you fool she said
“I had nothing to say,”
My mother told me and lying
is something they don’t do,
As we shouted up and down
from the window it rained,
It was always a secret how my
mother knew everything,
I worked it all out though
and I was sure who was to be blamed,
It was that Gillian one, hell
to her world I was about to bring,
My mother told me a little
birdie told her on me,
And I worked it out that it
had to be you,
Sure isn’t your mother’s name
birdie,
So all the time what my
mother said has to be true.
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