Back Buchanan Street

    (Original words and music by Harry & Gordon Dison)

    (Additional words and music by The Mersey Wreckers)

1.  This fella from the corpy, just out of planning school

     Has told us that we’re being moved right out of Liverpool
     They’re sending us to Kirkby, to Skelmersdale or Speke
     Don’t wanna go from all I know in Back Buchanan Srteet

2.   We’ll miss a lot of small things like putting out the cat

There’s no back door on the fourteenth floor of a corpy block of flats

Don’t wanna go to Kirkby, to Skelmersdale or Speke

They’ll need some clout to get us out of Back Buchanan Street

3.   The fog horns on the Mersey and we’ll miss the ‘ol Pier Head

The short cuts through the jiggers as we stagger home to bed

Don’t wanna go to Kirkby, to Skelmersdale or Speke

Don’t want to leave, we know we’ll grieve for Back Buchanan Street

4.   The pub around the corner with the gents across the yard

The friendly local chippy where the chips are cooked in lard

Don’t wanna go to Kirkby, to Skelmersdale or Speke

Just wanna stay where I used to play, in Back Buchanan Street

5.   We’ll miss the Mary Ellens and me Dad will miss the Docks

Me Gran will miss our wash-house where she washed me Grand-Dad’s socks

Don’t wanna go to Kirkby, to Skelmersdale or Speke

We’ll never moan or try to roam from Back Buchanan Street

6.   They’ve pulled down Paddy’s Market where me Ma once had a stall

And soon them picks and shovels will be through our back yard wall

Don’t wanna go to Kirkby, to Skelmersdale or Speke

We hope and pray they’ll let us stay in Back Buchanan Street

7.   From Bootle to the Dingle you’ll hear the same old cry

      Stop messing round with Liverpool at least until I die

      Don’t wanna go to Kirkby or to Skelmersdale or Speke

      Don’t wanna go from all I know in Back Buchanan Street.

      The corpy’s mad, and we’re all sad

      In Back Buchanan Street.