Lyrics:
There's a young boy in the queueThere's not much else here for him to doHe's had a drink, he's had a fewDown the pub on Hope StreetDear old lady, you're looking thinGot a shopping bag with your life inYour old man's going through the binsAnd so it goes on hope streetRain on me come pouring downClean the dirt off this old townTell the sun to come aroundAnd show his face on Hope StreetThere's a fight right down the streetThe betting shop has got him beatHe blew his money for the weekOn a horse called Hope StreetNo old faces out todaySomeone took them all awayCleaning up or so they sayThe dirty face of Hope StreetRain on me come pouring downClean the dirt of this old townTell the sun to come aroundAnd show his face on hope streetRain on me come pouring downClean the dirt of this old townTell the sun to come aroundAnd show his face on hope streetEveryday I look at youDressed up in your ties of blueSaying there's not much that you can doTo help the kids on Hope StreetYou don't seem to even careThat it was you that put them thereYou seem to think they like it thereHanging out on Hope StreetRain on me come pouring downClean the dirt off this old townTell the sun to come aroundAnd show his face on hope street