I can see it now– the Chaldon Village Hall
Coats to the left, backs to the wall
“Baby Love” blasting through a crack in the door
And not getting home ‘til a quarter to four.
Oh ramshackle hut, roof painted green
Parents OK, they’ll know where you’ve been.
A table set up for collecting the cash
One and six and you’re in, at the Village Hall bash.
To the bus shelter, for a fag and a snog
Picture it now through your midwinter fog.
What did we want that day long ago?
Love on our mind, nowhere to go.
Lambretta T V 175
Danger and joy. The need to survive
“The Mod” flying by in a shower of sparks
You and me high, like a couple of larks.
I can see it now– the Chaldon Village Hall
Coats to the left, backs to the wall
“Baby Love” blasting through a crack in the door
And not getting home ‘til a quarter to four.
