Pop 'n' Rock Stew Feb - Oct '04

When I'm old and infirm and unable to move,
I'll be in a home with a punk/indie groove.

There's an ex-comedian who drops his ash,
And witters on about The Clash,
Who he saw in seventy-seven,
And he's waiting to see again in heaven.

A vegan woman spitting out orange piths,
Who quotes all the words of all songs by The Smiths.
A Morrissey poster adorns her wall,
She's willing a coma to end it all.

There's a man who's treated with mock derision,
Because he never 'got' Joy Division.
He wheels himself up and down the hall,
And shouts at the staff to 'play more of The Fall'.

But the staff are friendly and play all our songs.
Nobody's left out, we all sing along.
But the carers get nervous at our shakes and tics,
To 'Pretty Vacant' and 'Teenage Kicks'.