Vicky Verky — текст песни (Squeeze)

(difford/tilbrook)



With her hair up in his fingers

The fish and chips smell lingers

Under amber streetlamps

She holds the law in her hands

The moistness of the damp night

Falls silent through the lamplight

Although shes only fourteen

She really knows her courting

And up the railway sidings

Theres him and her

Theyre lying

Hand in hand they whisper

Youre my missus and Im your mister

The moon as white and virgin

And she was on the turning

Remember your first nibble

When best friends were so little



They really trooped the colours

When walking with each other

And all her mates would giggle

As ladylike shed wiggle

All along the high street

Theyd splash out on an ice cream

Hed sometimes really treat her

But hed done his mothers meter



Well he went off to borstal

He said that he was forced to

Rob the flats of hi fis

Cuz she was ill

And she would cry

Each morning she got sicker

Her mother sometimes hit her

If shed have known the story

She would have been so sorry



He received a letter and admitted it

There was nothing else to do but get rid of it

Lonely in his dormitory

Hed sit and stare

If this is for real

And is it really fair



Summer came so they went

Down to the coast in his tent

She cooked upon his primus

And sampled local cider

She told him in his rucksack

I think I want that chance back

To be perhaps the one who

Will forever love you