So many people with nothing to do   Hundreds of buildings that block out my view   Watched by a tramp with a hole in his shoe   Standing alone on the corner      He's thinking that work is all a big joke   While he looks in the gutter for something to smoke   Two hundred kids in one red minimoke   Scream down the street fully loaded      Day in the city   Oh what a pity   I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty   I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty   I wish that I was there   I wanna make it out of there      People like sardines   Packed in a can   Waiting for Christmas that's made in Japan   And I'm having trouble with my apple flan   Sat in the cafe on the corner      I walk through the green gates and into the park   Where murderers crawl after girls in the dark   Down by the shed I head a remark   I turned on but no one could hear me