There's a young boy in the queue Not much else for him to do He's had a
drink, he's had a few Down the pub on Hope Street Dear old lady you're
looking thin Got a shopping bag with your life in Your old man's going
through the bins So it goes on Hope Street Rain on me come pouring
down Clean the dirt of this old town Tell the sun to come around And
show his face on Hope Street There's a fight right down the street The
betting shop has got him beat Blew his money for the week on a horse
called Hope Street No old faces out today Someone took them all
away Cleaning up or so they say The dirty face of Hope Street Everyday
I look at you Dressed up in your ties of blue Saying there's not much you
can do To help the kids on Hope Street They don't seem to even
care That it was you that put them there You seem to think they like it
there Hanging out on Hope Street