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Greenford Broadway

Driving my car I feel the wind in my hair

Down Greenford Broadway without a care

Twenty four seven there is a carnival of life like no other

People of different race, each one a sister or a brother

 

The traffic lights change to red

Another happy couple stand on the town hall steps having wed

Passers by stop and stare

But I for one don’t particularly care

 

The local pub puts on a spread

To honour a resident for many years who now unfortunately is dead

On both sides of the street they raise a toast

It’s a shame he’s not here for he’d make the perfect host

 

The traffic lights finally turn to green

They’ve changed many times before but I was happy in my dream

The endless cycle of life in a small town like Greenford is plain to see

But it is only when you’re dead can you ever break free