Get the fuck outside.

This is the news

One, two, three, four.

The grass in ashfield park is dying

Where everybody dreams of deeds of crime

And the tartan coloured lady walks

Behind the water colours of my mind

And the tartan coloured lady she's mine.

People speak of willow trees in autumn

And my clove-key doesn't fit her anymore

And the tartan coloured lady that I wanted

Talked of this place, an hour or so before

And the tartan coloured lady lost her dog.

So if your crystal window isn't broken

And they've taken all the dustbins from your door

Take yourself the tartan coloured lady

And smell the grass in ashfield park once more

See the trees in ashfield park once more.

So I guess I'll read the comic books you've left me

And play marbles on the floor

And if the tartan coloured lady calls me

Just tell her I won't be home 'til four

Oh just tell her, I won't be home no more.

So if your crystal window isn't broken

And they've taken all the dustbins from your door

Take yourself the tartan coloured lady

And smell the grass in ashfield park once more

See the trees in ashfield park once more.