A
There's a young boy in the queue
D
Not much else for him to do
A
He's had a drink, he's had a few
D
Down the pub on Hope Street
A
Dear old lady she's looking thin
D
Got a shopping bag with your life in
A
Your old man's going through the bins
D
So it goes on Hope Street
A
Rain on me come pouring down
D
Clean the dirt of this old town
F#m
Tell the sun to come around
D
And show his face on Hope Street
Riff
A
There's a flight right down the street
D
The betting shop has got him beat
A
Blew his money for the week
D
on a horse called Hope Street
A
No old faces out today
D
Someone took them all away
A
Cleaning up or so they say
D
The dirty face of Hope Street
A
Everyday I look at you
D
Dressed up in you ties of blue
A
Saying there's not much you can do
D
To help the kids on Hope Street
A
They don't seem to even care
D
That it was you that put them there
A
You seem to think they like it there
D
Hanging out on Hope Street
