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MIDNIGHT RIDE
Forsooth my
friends but have you seen?
Derby, the worst its ever been?
The roads are blocked, theres no bus station and,
if left to THIS administration, no toilets too!
Locked away and out of use, much the same as our museums
nearly were, (and, possibly causing a similar stir!)
There is a common thread you frown, dont
repair it, knock it down!
Remove the gutters, roofs and soffits, sell it off,
increase the profits.
If you still run out of cash, just put up the council
tax. Once, with this, it needed skill, bending voters to
your will. Nowadays of course its easy, practised right
across the nation, a tacit smile, a clever nod, put it
all down to inflation
Have you heard the latest wheeze? Dont stick phone
masts up in trees!
Put them where theyll light the way, keep you
posted, so to speak,
Turn the volume up and down, dim and dimmer, all round
town, inform your neighbours up the street
Three years to come of roads dug up, A and B, ring and
trunk, this jam, that jam,
round in circles, déjà vu, youll think yer drunk.
Then Ill catch the bus you say, public transport
can take the strain but Derwent Street can be
quite bleak as your umbrella foils the rain. If you can
stand the fumes and weather, from your view of the
metropolis, youll no doubt quickly get to thinking,
How can I get out-of-this? a women might
think, some rich fellah, a fellah might think, some young
miss, unless, of course, youre that, or this!
Well soon have Quad, that will be nice but, either
with or without money, were not so sure of
Riverlights. Weve got lasers in the Market square
however, a black hole (Duckworth Square) as well, board
it up then knock it over, lock it up and block it off,
build more flats, Dingly Dell
One more thing to jump for joy to, pogo if you like to
bounce, Derbys got a brand new logo (cost? 35,000
smacking pounds), Derby Does It so the saying
goes, thats true, screws up an entire City, closes
shops, blocks the roads, ruins listed tourist trophies,
creates a nightmare, once called HOME!
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