This is just nonsense writing letting myself go and seeing what comes out
I spent my childhood in a wigwam
I spent my childhood in a wigwam
eating spam fritters and space dust
now I live in a three bedroom house
but I know what life I prefer
I'm just a grown up man
doing what I can to save myself
I look at the shelves in my house
does anyone else collect airfix models
I spent my childhood in a wigwam
we used run to up the road to my nans
She died in 1982 , when I was fourteen
but I've never forgotten her curtains
I'm just a grown up man
doing what I think I should do
I look at myself shaving in the mirror in the morning
and all those memories flood back as the sink empties
I spent my childhood in a wigwam
me and my mate Jamie Quill
whose mum and dad owned the pub across the road
then they moved away and I saw him once after that
I'm just a grown up man
doing what I can to survive
I don't what I'd do if we were nuked , probably puke
and wish that I was still in my wigwam
I spent my childhood in a wigwam
eating spam fritters and space dust
now I live in a three bedroom house
but I know what life I prefer
