Текст песни: Ghost of Yesteryear + перевод

The clocks went back as he appeared

Like an old romance of yesteryear

And he wasn’t takin' any lip

From the soup bums, on the midnight strip

In his old coat a photograph from home

Tram ticket, farthing, and a broken comb

And the street cars screamed a chord

Like a nail down the middle of a teacher’s board.

Bouncers bounced a drunken Scot

Tied him in a surgeons knot

As he combed his Brylcreem hair

And breathed the aroma of the Chinese fayre

The night grew the colour of chartreuse

Hot panted girls in platform shoes

Stumbled, gawky in the cracks

With prophylactics and blister packs

The Palace Ballroom in its time

Played Heath and Dickie Valentine

Now haemorrhaged drunken trolls

Hot from the scent of the stripping pole

Her red dress by the magazine stand

And the bloodstone on her tiny hand

All reminded him of Claire

In days before they had a care

Rain splashed like merlot down the pipes

Off the rubicund inner city lights

But no one could see him walking there

For he was just a ghost of yesteryear

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