Heading out to Jimmy's house
With his older sister Barbara
Always get a bite to eat
Cos' they got their stock up in the larder
Then we head across the hills
Have a look around the harbour
The girls went to the hairdresser's
The boys went to the barber's
Want no cookies please no cookies
I've got biscuits in my jar
Want no pop corn and I'm not torn
Never been to the cinema
Now we're going round to Jame's
As he's got a VCR
We're all parked upon the carpet
Looking, watching from afar
You can call me on my house phone
And I'll answer if I'm in
But it's likely that I'm outside
In a forest, in a den
Take the dog back to the quarry
Climb up on these rocks again
No trackers out to track us
Yet the parents staying zen
After heading upstream
Up the track, we're on our bikes
Got no water or no helmet
But we know we'll be alright
We get scratches, we get matches
We fight with all our might
The summer haze, we're catching rays
Until the day turns into night
Take a ploughmans in a beer garden
A pound is what it costs
Hear the bees in all the trees
And Louis being chased by wasps
They got four channels on the TV
White and black that little box
Dukes of Hazard or the A-Team
And I wonder what to watch
Round a campfire in the garden
Hear footsteps on fallen leaves
Calling Jesus sing the chorus
To the forest to the trees
Praying, laying back on cut grass
Gaze upon the golden stars
Holding, back and forth we pass the cup
And puff stolen cigars