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