When I were a short-sighted lad in shorts
Me dad brought ’ome our first colour telly
John Craven’s flowery shirts on news reports
And Pot Black’s snooker balls pocketed me
The Generation Game, wi’ ole Brucie
A feast o’ seventies orange an’ brown
Football were played on green instead o’ grey
Rolf’s pool so blue you could jump in an’ drown
King Edward the Seventh’s bright golden crown
The Goodies, Frank Spencer, Dick Emery brought
Colourful language and aching belly
While news o’ strikes an’ bombs brought us all down
Felt I were at the Crossroads, in Crown Court
How excitin’ can a small square box be?
Mon 16 Feb 2009
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