Il testo della Black history month

Can you remember a time when this city was
A great place for architects and dilletantes
A nice place for midwives and crossing guards
And on, and on...

Hold on, hold on children
Your mother and father are leaving

Do you remember a time when this pool was
A great place for waterwings and cannonballs
A nice place for astrologists and blow up dolls
And on, and on...

Hold on, hold on children
Your mother and father are leaving
Hold on, hold on children
Your best friend's parents are leaving (x3)