There was a school and shops and some fields and trees
The gateway from my little world into the real world
I was born in one and lived there for eighteen years
When we grew up, we said, we'd share a flat somewhere
My sister taught me all that she learned there
And I still remembered them when I was nineteen, yeah
But there is no real world
Then when I was nineteen, I thought the Humbler would be
We live side by side and sometimes collide
Shouts from the playground when I was home and ill
Strange the things deal that I remember still
I learned the names of all his football team
When I was seventeen, London meant Oxford Street
It was a little world, I grew up in a little world
Where I grow up, there were no factories
When I was seventeen, London meant Oxford Street
And rows of houses one by one appeared
There is no real world
