Our mum and dad, they look straight down the lens In funny flared trousers on the banks of the Thames On holiday June 75 They met in a youth club by the stadium gates Dad built new houses for George Wimpey Estates That's where he first learnt his trade And his hands were full of blisters blood and dirt And his life was set in love and faith and work Our mum I see her outside the school gates Looking all anxious if we come out too late Oh to have her arms around me now! She worked part-time, 3 days a week at the bank Saving us bottle tops and Green Shield stamps That damn Ted Heath he don't understand I can see you hanging washing on the line I can hear your laughter every Christmas time Our mum and dad they turned older and grey I watched Margaret Thatcher take their jobs away Our mum said she could try the patience of a Saint The 90s flew by and dad moved to his chair Mum left the choir, as she couldn't get there And nobody came to the house And we pin our hopes on things that are so frail We try so hard but fabulously fail...