Mobile Shack

I was born in my mother's bed

In a downstairs room

12 melville road

In birmingham

I was shocked to see the novelty

Of a litlle old fat bald thing

It was my old man

"i was born in the back

Of a mobile shack

And my father said to me son

I'm gonna call you james"

Working in a shop

Is a dead end job

I left after eight weeks

It was just as well

'Cause coming up behind me

Like a high speed train

Was the new york city new wave

Verlaine hell

I was born in the back

Of a mobile shack

And my mother said to me son

Play guitar

Now I've got it easy

Doing the things that i always wanted

But it's not enough

I'm gonna shoot out of this decade

In a spaceship

Failing that

A hippy bus