Childhood Home

In an old fibro house
On an almost quiet street
We learnt how to bowl and bat
And we learned to find our feet
I wonder if they dug up our pets
When they cut into the ground
And if you can’t still call on the neighbours
Or do fences surround?
I am sure my oldest friend (Ah ah-ah, ah, ah-ah ah)
Still lives around the bend (Ooh ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)
I wish I’d kept in touch (Ah ah-ah, ah, ah-ah ah)
I still remember her phone number
And the boy across the road
Who called me a fruitcake when he saw
Me dance to Britney Spears in the mirror
I’d never given anyone the finger before
Oh, I wish I’d known
The chance to show you my childhood home
One sunny summer day (In the afternoon)
My mother cloaked our house (On that quiet street)
In bright purple paint (Ah ah-ah, ah, ah-ah ah)
And dad didn’t notice for a week
Out the back, where the snowdrops grew
And the grass got high as your knees
Children, face the threat of dinner on the back step
If you forgot your Qs and Ps
Oh, I wish I’d known
The chance to show you my childhood home
Ooh ooh ooh-ooh, ooh ooh, ooh
Ooh ooh, ooh…
Maybe in my twilight years, I’ll come
Make a home here when the battle’s won
Only hope I have found someone by then…
In an old fibro house
On an almost quiet street…