Ant and Dec on my wall
One is short, one is tall.
Their songs blast from my tape machine
And posters ripped from magazines
Cover every inch of space
In that teenage resting place.
My friends are cooler with bands they love
Whose grungy lyrics are a cut above.
They roll their eyes when I say
“Come with me, they are in Rhyl today!”
But best friend bonds they do not fail
And so off we set on a rhumbling trail.
For geeky, jokey northern lads
The quirky dance moves were not bad
But “ouch” the teeny bopper crowd
Screeching squealy lyrics loud.
I never did return the debt
But maybe there is still time yet!
To see a real and proper band
With a life long massive avid fan!
We’ll fix a time when Ian Brown
Is tearing up a nearby town.
