Dear Sir,
To be sung to the tune of “My Generation” by the “Who”
Livin’s trying to pull us down
(talking ‘bout regeneration)
Nowhere to live in Aycliffe Town
(talking ‘bout regeneration)
I’m not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation
(talking ‘bout regeneration)
Just talking about regeneration
(talking ‘bout regeneration)
It looks like we’re all gonna be out in the c-c-cold
(talking ‘bout regeneration)
Hope the plan dies before I get old
(talking ‘bout regeneration)
Why don’t Livin just ?????????
Just got a mental block and don’t know how I could possibly finish this – any suggestions?
Name & address supplied.
