Big Tree When I was a little kid not very old Me and Susie at the top of the road Used to run in the garden free Playing games around a big tree.
One afternoon whilst we played We was led to the big tree’s shade I showed her, she showed me Lots of fun behind the big tree.
Big tree, what do you know? Why do you spread your branches low? Big tree, knows everything Look at him tremble in the wind.
Soft grass and a leafy bed We touched tongues and giggled instead I showed her, she showed me But we got caught behind the big tree.
Win was a neighbour who complained She told us both to be ashamed I got cuffed, Susie cried But we couldn’t have done nothing if we tried.
Big tree, why do you sigh? Come on and raise your branches high Big tree was our friend But the big tree knew how it would end.
Ain’t it a crime, or is it a sin? We was barred from the garden, and we couldn’t get in Me and Susie had nothing to hide But I guess we’ll make it in the world outside.
Big tree, what do you know? Come on and spread your branches low. Big tree knows everything Look at him tremble in the wind.
Listen while I tell about a little girl I’ve been with her for just three years. Some say she is slow, but I would answer no, She knows how to shift them gears. We had it so cosy, everything was rosy In our little love-nest off the Old Kent Road.
In our nights of passion they could hear us thrashing A good six houses down the road, But now that she is gone I can hardly carry on Every night I end up canned I’m in and out the boozers, I keep backing all the losers I’ll have to take myself in hand.
I was meant to meet her by the parking meter Outside of old Kate’s caf. But then when I arrived there, I looked and couldn’t find her I thought she must be having a laugh. I there and then decided As quickly home I glided I’d have to make her sorry for crossing my path.
I was feeling bad, it really hopping mad I can’t believe she’s left me all alone. I went to see her mother She wasn’t with her uncle And I began to weep and moan And then in disillusion Well I come to this conclusion My little bird had flown.
If you see my Winnie She’s blond and rather skinny And you’ll know her by the wart on her nose She dresses rather neat In fact she’s really very sweet She always wears them latest clothes So Winnie if you’re near Come quick I’m turning . . .strange I just don’t know which way to go I mean I just don’t which way I should go That’s all, I said I just don’t know which way this boy should go.