Meet the old neighbors.

Round our way, there were lots of colorful characters,
and some seemed scary and strange,
old Mister Lister was always hissing, he wore odd shoes, 
and he had a three legged dog which had the mange. 

Miss Jezebel lived at number sixty nine,
her bedroom light was sometimes red,
she would sit on her the front door step
and drink lots of red wine,
she would sings songs about seeing her
flower, for ten bob an hour.

Grumpy Jack was a smelly old dosser, 
he was always drunk and he slept in the graveyard,
he was shot three times in the second world war, 
he walked with a limp and his face was badly scarred.  

Round our way, we had muscled men who would
deliver sacks of coal and drop them off at the back door,
one of them, who granny called Romeo, sang in the church 
choir, my mum used to say "I bet he knows how to
stoke a good fire". 

Strange smells always came from number 10,
my dad said it was a Chinese opium den,
Auntie Mary and her friend Jane often went in their 
with lots of girlfriends and some boyfriends,
I asked them "what happens in there",
and they would smile and say "just odds and ends". 

My granny sometimes lived in our parlor, 
when grand-dad was in a drunken stupor,
she would cut the neighbors hair and charge a quid,
she called everyone "luv", 
but she always called me "our kid".

Round our way, old ladies had orange and red 
curlers in their hair, with a wrap around scarf,
my Auntie Mary used to dye her hair every month, 
one time it was green, it made me us all laugh.

Every Friday night, Father Murphy, who had a 
splotchy red face, would knock on our doors,
he would rub his hands and ask for a church 
donation, granny would say "cheeky bugger, he's
certainly found his vocation".

Round our way, on Friday and Saturday nights,
wobbly people missed their step coming 
out of the Drunken Duck pub, 
singing and dancing on their way up the street,
to the local chippy for some greasy grub.

Round our way, there was a rag and bone man 
who would collect your unwanted things, he was
a jolly black man called Sambo, you would hear him,
before you saw him, because he loudly sang
bible hymns, he gave us kids balloons, 
and he would give the mams and dads pumice
stones to scrub our front door steps.

Our next door neighbor, Mr Heath lived alone,
but he had friends who called round when it was
dark and late, my granny called him a "fat old queen",
she would say to me "stay away from his door,
because inside, unnatural things will be seen".

At the first house on the street lived Mr Tom, 
who would peep thru his curtains,
to see who was nearby and what was going on, 
he always had his hands in his long coat pockets,
and when the girls saw him, they would run home to mom.

My dad would take me to Jimmy's corner shop,
and Jimmy would always say "got some stuff in the
back, fell off the back of a lorry", my dad would say
"stay here son, i'll be back in a minute and don't worry".

Round our way, early in the morning, 
Micky the Milkman would deliver milk and eggs  
and he was always whistling doing his rounds, 
sometimes he would take his milk and eggs
straight into some neighbors houses,
when greeted by ladies in their night gowns.