I was dragged here from my old place
Turned from my old gang given a new face
My old man loved it he had his garden
He had his papadoms but my reputation's gone
Flats, over the flats over the flats over the flats
I miss my friend called Pete he always looked so neat
He had those dancin' feet how will we ever meet
The chicks I used to know will never see me grow
Will never grasp my hand when I'm a fighting man