Gaslight Street

There's a place on the edge of town

Where the kids all hang around

Cobbled streets and terraced houses

Window boxes all around

It's never changed in sixty years

And it's tumbling down

It's never really know by name

It's called Gaslight Street

Gaslight Street

In the evening when the sun goes down

And there ain't nobody else around

The lamp lighter walks down the street

Illumination, indiscreet

It doesn't have much effect it seems

He's wasting his time

The lamp light don't shine so bright

On Gaslight Street

Gaslight Street

Every night at nine

There's children playing around the street

Trying to dodge their parents

When they call them in to go to sleep

Monday morning and as a rule

The place is quiet they're all at school

Lines of washing hang across the street

A weary policeman walks his beat

It's never changed in sixty years

And it's tumbling down

It's never really known by name

It's called Gaslight Street

Gaslight Street