Sunday afternoon bus into town
A quiet ride
Me and the mates
Jump off at the Empire
Leg it across Lime Street
Over St Georges Plateau
Down into Whitechapel
Stop at Jack Sharps'
Nose through Hessey's window
Turn into Matthew Street
They used to be here
All four of them
Just a few short months ago
They used to be ours
But we gave them to the world
The Cavern
They stood right here
I've gorra picture
It's fab. It's the gear
Yeh - right here
And now I'M here
Ha
What if one day people wanted
To stand in some place
Just because
One day in the past
I
Had stood there
Like I'm standin' here now
Eh?
Me? I'd think they were nuts.
Sunday afternoon
A quiet time
Here at the nerve centre
Of the world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem