My Life In England

I thought they said neat when the schoolkids called me mate

I went home and told my mum after my first date

I hadn't long arrived from ireland, the boy kevinine

Generations before wolverhampton hadn't seen

We talked of america, the music and the life

Peter was the leader, he taught me how to fight

My life in england

I can remember st theresa's social where "kevin barry" rang out

My mum whispered to me

"Kevin, in england that song is not allowed"

I felt awake but at the same time romantic

Cut off and misty eyed

Their faces are so pained and melancoly

With smoke clouds on the side

My life in england

Later in london, ten year old kevinine

I wondered how things might have been if they'd stayed

The scruffy kids and the faces that I knew

Cos accents like mine, in harrow there were few

I learned to talk more cockney but thought about the wolves

The sound of wolverhampton, it's toughness and "the doug"

My life in england