Gaslight Street

<br> <br> There's a place on the edge of town<br> Where the kids all hang around<br> Cobbled streets and terraced houses<br> Window boxes all around<br> It's never changed in sixty years<br> And it's tumbling down<br> It's never really known by name<br> It's called Gaslight Street<br> Gaslight Street<br> <br> In the evening when the sun goes down<br> And there ain't nobody else around<br> The lamp lighter walks down the street<br> Illumination, indiscreet<br> It doesn't have much effect it seems<br> He's wasting his time<br> The lamp light don't shine so bright<br> On Gaslight Street<br> Gaslight Street<br> <br> Every night at nine<br> There's children playing around the street<br> Trying to dodge their parents<br> When they call them in to go to sleep<br> <br> Monday morning and as a rule<br> The place is quiet, they're all at school<br> Lines of washing hang across the street<br> A weary policeman walks his beat<br> It's never changed in sixty years<br> And it's tumbling down<br> It's never really known by name<br> It's called Gaslight Street<br> Gaslight Street