The Manchester area MVT

  When we knew the difference by the colour of His hat.

We played Footbal and cricket, an O'uld plank for a bat

We bored of the Cowboy with his spurs and his gun,

 What we longed for was a Sten or a Tommygun.

But our school days all ended there was work to be done,

At the back of our minds was that war to be won.

To the woods we could wander and play war no more,

And life it became a bit of a bore.

We had out grown Ma's cook-pot to wear as a hat,

And playin dead in the entry, well You felt such a pratt.

Just one thing for it!!

We bought a "tin-hat"

The Alamo forgotten, (and so was the cat).

We started Our dating, got jobs moved away

But the child still within us wanted to play.

No more could we play with our tanks and our trucks,

They had to get bigger so we started to look.

With partners and children all of own own,

we looked for the big toys that we could take home

Asda objected to me parking my tank,

So back to the drawing board, but all thanks too the "Yank"

White star on the bonnet, I painted her green

Off with the top and down with the screen