Itinerant Child - Ian Dury, The Blockheads

I took out all the seats and away I went

It’s a right old banger and the chassis bent

It’s got a great big peace sign across the back

And most of the windows have been painted black

The windshield’s cracked, it’s a bugger to drive

It starts making smoke over thirty five

It’s a psychedelic nightmare with a million leaks

It’s home sweet home to some sweet arse freaks

Slow down itinerant child, the road is full of danger

Slow down itinerant child, there’s no more welcome stranger

Soon I was rumbling through the morning fog

With my long-haired children and my one-eyed dog

With the trucks and the buses and the trailer vans

My long throw horns playing Steely Dan

We straggled out for miles along the Beggar’s Hill

And the word came down that we’d lost Old Bill

You can bet your boots I’m coming when the times are hard

That’s why they keep my dossier at Scotland Yard

Slow down itinerant child, you’re still accelerating

Slow down itinerant child, the boys in blue are waiting

Itinerant child, don’t do what you’re doing

Itinerant child, you’d better slow down

We drove into Happy Valley seeking peace and love

With a lone helicopter hanging up above

We didn’t realise until we hit the field

There were four hundred cozzers holding riot shields

They terrorised our babies and they broke our heads

It’s a stone fucking miracle there’s no one dead

They turned my ramshackle home into a burning wreck

My one-eyed dog got a broken neck

Slow down itinerant child, the road is full of danger

Slow down itinerant child, there’s no more welcome stranger

Slow down itinerant child, you’re still accelerating

Slow down itinerant child, the boys in blue are waiting