A
There's a young boy in the queue
D
Not much else for him to do
      A
He's had a drink, he's had a few
D
Down the pub on Hope Street

A
Dear old lady she's looking thin
        D
Got a shopping bag with your life in
A
Your old man's going through the bins
D
So it goes on Hope Street

A
Rain on me come pouring down
D
Clean the dirt of this old town
F#m
Tell the sun to come around
      D
And show his face on Hope Street


Riff


A
There's a flight right down the street
     D
The betting shop has got him beat
A
Blew his money for the week
D
on a horse called Hope Street

A
No old faces out today
D
Someone took them all away
A
Cleaning up or so they say
     D
The dirty face of Hope Street

A
Everyday I look at you
D
Dressed up in you ties of blue
A
Saying there's not much you can do
    D
To help the kids on Hope Street

A
They don't seem to even care
D
That it was you that put them there
A
You seem to think they like it there
D
Hanging out on Hope Street