Cocker / Senior / Mackey / Doyle / Banks

There’s a picture by his first wife on the wall

Stripped floorboards in the kitchen and the hall

A stain from last week’s party on the stairs

But no one knows who made it, or how it ever got there.

They were dancing with children ‘round their necks,

Talking business, books and records, art and sex,

All things being considered, you’d call it a success.

You wore your black dress.

Oh...

He’s an architect and such a lovely guy

And he’ll stay with you until the day you die

And he’ll give you everything you could desire

Oh well, almost everything, everything that he can buy.

So you sometimes go out in the afternoon,

Spend an hour with your lover in his bedroom

Hearing old women rolling trolleys down the road,

Back to Lyndhurst Grove, Lyndhurst Grove.

Ooooh...