So there you go, fifteen years old
Round to the shop in Bedford Hill
Where you got yourself a copy
of Bogdan's Not Conflict
From Balham Station,
change at Clapham Junction
Military jacket and a Bri
an Jones haircut
Date with a chick and everything at stake
And it really made your day
Baby space cakes
When you played them all your hits
There was nothing in the way,
baby, space cakes
Cos they loved you all to bits
So you're back at Elliot,
freezing in the school yard
Sharing cigarettes with Joe and Hedley
Trying to memorise some
new Scott Walker song
Then in comes Irish look
ing like a hero,
Baratheon blazer and a charming grin
But who would ever guess
that he'd become the new James Bond
And it really made your day,
baby space cakes
When they played all the hits,
there was nothing in the way
Baby space cakes
Cause I love you all to bits
Then summer swans in
on South West London,
stones on the charts
when halftime happens,
waiting for the 1 -6 -8 by
Putney Heath
And you're at the bus stop,
ticking like a meter,
hop ing you can meet with
Christine or An ita,
whistling a Manfred Mann
song through your teeth
And it really made your day,
baby space cakes
When they played on your hips
There was nothing in the way,
baby space cakes
Cos they love you all to bits
And it really made your day,
baby space cakes
And played all the hits
There was nothing in the way
Baby space cakes
Cause they love you all to bits
You