BOTHER AT THE HOPPINGS by JEZ LOWE
There’s bother at The Hoppings, and there’s talk of knuckles and knives,
There’s fighting and scrapping to the backing of a juke-box jive,
It’s the same thing every year,
Not enough women and too much beer,
There’s bother at The Hoppings and plain folks running for their lives.
Those lads on the dodgem cars, all trouble and tattoos,
You’ve really got to watch them if they take a snarl on you,
They’ll spin you, dunch you just for the crack,
And your two bob change never did come back,
There’s bother at The Hoppings, it’s the last thing you should do.
Newcastle, Gateshead, draw your swords,
Them that can’t take it stay indoors,
It’s the cheapest ride on the whole Town Moor this year.
There’s laughing and grinning and screams that cut like steel,
There’s a Waltzer spinning like a drunken man’s last reel,
And gangs a-gathering out in the dark,
Relishing the smell of a dodgem’s spark,
There’s bother at The Hoppings, in the glaring Ferris Wheel.
Publishing: J. Lowe, Lowe Life Music
