Текст песни Home Counties Boy - Martin Newell

When I was young
Dark were the trees
Houses are now where there once were fields

And summers were long
The trains ran on steam
I was a boy from the home counties

"And don't drop your aitches" my mum said to me
If you want a job where your hands will be clean
But there was no way
I'd dress in grey
And go up to London to earn my pay
Having to say "thank you" and "please"
I was a boy from the home counties

And now I'm as free as the times let me be
And no one's the guv'nor apart from me
So I'll mow your lawn or I'll prune your trees
Cause I am a boy from the home counties

I don't want your house and I don't want your car
I reckon I'd die if I was like you are
So spade in my hands
And mud on my knees
I am a boy from the home counties

Spade in my hands
And mud on my knees
I am a boy from the home counties