They’re digging old stokey
there’s a hole lotta love
slalom buggies on church street
where push comes to shove
there’s a curious hole
by the old cobbled yard
and alternative potions
to make you feel hard
and the video shop
that draws arty types
clutching their Truffaut
no hollywood hype
in abney park cemetry
the peckers are out
while reformed fox and grey squirrel
paw over tinned stout
they’re digging old stokey
are they searching for gold
while we slurp spence cappucino
our backs to the cold
