Sitting in the labour
Where no-one’s very pally
I try to love my neighbour
But wind up loving Allie
She makes me joy she makes me sing
Allie you’re my everything!
I got down from the train at Kew
Crossed the road to catch the bus
To home, the very heart of us...
Brentford, old Brentford – means for me
My lifelong home, my angel-nest
My school, my pastime and, what’s best...
