Backs Of Houses Lyrics

Sometimes I feel so sad When I see the backs of houses From a window in a train London once again Ay ay ay ay Yep I really don't know why When I see the backs of houses Just makes me want to cry Ay ay ay ay I see those tiny windows,meeny minds Somebody is staring through the dusty blinds Boys in the green house looking at their willies Raymond thinks it's silly and he's started a fire Oh my god! There's smoke in the washing Sometimes I feel so sad When I see the backs of houses On a 125 again London in the rain Ay ay ay ay It might be Monday, Mrs Mightaswell Hanging out her undies in a row Bending over for the pegs in the long grass Railway worker whistles at her big ass There goes Derek, mending the mower Wearing his pink Marigolds Sleeps with the poet that he met in San Diego Bats in the attic, oh the campbeds really narrow Oh my god! There's a robin in the bird bath Stolen cars, beautiful respray Steal my heart Take me away, take me away We'll soon be home Backs of houses On and on and on and on We'll soon be home Reggae boom boom Banging in the back room Nobody noticed the train Stolen cars... Oh my god! There's a football in the rhubarb