Every place has its problems
Here it's the seagulls
The walkers with their dogs
And the irregular hours
Of the drug dealers
Everywhere on earth is blighted
With one annoyance or another
Here it is the broad beam shorts
For daughters and mothers
As they lean on the railings
Every town in every county
From the north to the south
Every hope quickly becomes regret
As sad words leave the mouth
To characterise the diminished accent
