And I Remember...

I Remember all my adolescant days,
And thats going back a few years now,
There was Quatermass and Journey into Space,
Their voices still ring loud and clear somehow,
The Eagle, Blackjacks, everlasting strips,
Things I read like Biggles,
And Newspaper round my chips,
National Health Orange Juice,
Birthday ten-bob notes,
Idiot mittens with the strings around our throats

I remember bags of coloured rubber bands,
Streets that never had no yellow lines,
There was Snake belts, mine was red and blue,
Shops with metal ovaltinie signs,
Fags around the bike-sheds, when my brother was a Ted,
Transistor radios we smuggled into bed,
Cold winter mornings, when the school milk froze,
Third pint bottles, yes I still remember those,
But I can't remember what I said to you,
That apparantly broke your heart in two,
And I can't remember quite honestly,
The last time you told me you loved me...,

Saturday morning picture shows,
How we whistled when the film broke down,
Frozen jubblies, flying saucers, liquorice wood,
And lead soldiers in a box for half a crown,
Having friends to tea, but never in the week,
Trying to ask a girl out, but forgetting how to speak,
Roy of the Rovers, in his red and yellow shirt,
Building roads for dinky toys, in the garden dirt,
But I can't remember what I said to you,
That apparantly broke your heart in two,
And I can't remember quite honestly,
The last time you told me you loved me...,

No I can't remember quite honestly,
The last time you told me you loved me...,