Vicky Verky Lyrics

(Intro)
With her hair up in his fingers, The fish and chips smell lingers
Under amber streetlamps, She holds the law in her hands
The moistness of the damp night, Falls silent through the lamplight
Although she's only fourteen, She really knows her courting.
And up the railway sidings, There's him and her They're lying
Hand in hand they whisper, You're my missus I'm your mister
The moon was white and virgin, And she was on the turning
Remember your first nibble, When best friends were so little.
They really trooped the colours, When walking with each other
And all her mates would giggle, As ladylike she'd wiggle
All along the high street, They'd splash out on an ice cream
He'd sometimes really treat her, when he'd done his mother's meter
Well he went off to Borstal, He said that he was forced to
Rob the flats of Hi Fi's Cuz she was ill and she would cry
Each morning she got sicker, Her mother sometimes hit her
If she'd have known the story, She would have been so sorry
(MID 8)
He received a letter and admitted it
There was nothing else to do but to get rid of it
Lonely in his dormitory He'd sit and stare, Is this for real, and is it really fair?
(Interlude)
Summer came so they went, Down to the coast in his tent
She cooked upon his primer, And sampled local cider
She told him in his rucksack, I think I want that chance back
To be perhaps the one who, Will forever love you
To be perhaps the one who, Will forever love you