1993 – That's All Write

Stepping into the sweet shop

Coins in my zip up wallet

No credit cards, no phone, no phone card

Lady behind the counter takes my bag, asks for 13p

I take the wallet from my pocket

Life is slow, but I don’t know it yet

I walk out eating the first of three black jacks

Other kids on the estate lurking around

Chatting about the latest chart sounds

Do you have this single? (yeah it’s great)

What about that one? (no, I’m saving up for the album)

I think I saw it in the sale (oh I’ll get it this week, unless I’m too late)

I get home, and go trough the garden gate

Get my BMX to ride up to the lake

My friends are there, not doing much

Throwing rocks in the water, seeing how big they can make the ripples

Before we have our packed lunch

Time to get on home

Watch some TV

Channels 1,2,or 3

Or something on 4 or from the video library

or I could even turn on the radio

Really spoiled for choice, it’s hard to believe

My friend calls on the phone

So back outside and into town I go

We order a coffee from the Klix machine

We really must be growing up

And I hope this is how it will always be

We’ve got all we could ever need, here in 1993