My sister’s bought a record to play on her Dansette,
It’s probably by the Beatles but I haven’t heard it yet,
Her walls are lined with pictures, of Cliff and Paul and John,
And she screams when ere the radio puts on a famous song.
We went out late one evening and bought hotdogs from a van,
I find them tough and gristly but I eat up what I can,
There are teddy boys in leather beside the city square,
As we walk quickly for our bus, pretending they’re not there.
Her friends come round on Sunday and I’m ejected from the room,
I sit and play with Dinky toys and pointedly say, Vroom,
I want to spend more hours with her, I fear our time is short,
We only have a couple of years and then it’s over, mort.