Kangaaaaaarooooo in'it

Me mammy lost her kiddies in a kangaroo court

Near ten and thirteen but it didn't cost a thought

Taken from a loving home, in-trusted to a troll

May be why the youngest has spent years upon the dole

He never lost the sunshine, though the world it was hard

Kicked in the face by a nasty skinhead-tard

No parent to report to with fingers pencil led

No shame as the tears rolled as three holes they bled.

No anger to the lad, that gave finger tattoo

Jamie is alright you see, not unlike me or you

I guess he made it up though as those two lads 'came friends

And walked the streets of old Staines town after sunshine end

So what became of him, this nine turning ten

He simply came back stronger, time and time again

He carried all his baggage, until he reached the plane

Caning lines of holidays to find those smiles again

Getting there is grand although the world still likes to kick

Playing in the Rotterdam, walking home was thick?

But I cannot say I have regrets, as no one's killed me yet

I got some ducats for a car and lessons to drive it

My carriage is my freedom, something this lad needs

On the road to sunshine I still maintain my creed

It's ok to be flawed, as all we often are

But don't begrudge me freedom, as I deserve my car.