Текст песни Excerpt From A Teenage Opera - 2009 Remastered Version - Keith West

Count the days into years
Yes, eighty-two brings many fears
Yesterday's laughter turns to tears
His arms and legs don't feel so strong
His heart is weak, there's something wrong
Opens windows in despair
Tries to breathe in some fresh air
His conscience cries, "Get on your feet
Without you, Jack, the town can't eat".

Grocer Jack, Grocer Jack, get off your back,
Go into town, don't let them down, oh no, no.
Grocer Jack, Grocer Jack, get off your back,
Go into town, don't let them down, oh no, no.

The people that live in the town,
Don't understand - he's never been known to miss his round.
It's ten o'clock, the housewives yell
"When Jack turns up, we'll give him hell".
Husbands moan at breakfast tables, no milk, no eggs, no marmalade labels.
Mothers send their children out, to Jack's house to scream and shout.

It's Sunday morning, bright and clear,
Lovely flowers decorate a marble square.
People cry and mourn away, think about the fateful day,
Now they wish they'd given Jack more affection and respect,
The little children, dressed in black, don't know what's happened to old Jack.

SECOND

Grocer Jack, Grocer Jack, is it true what Mummy said,
You won't come back. oh no, no.

(Rep. and fade)