We head northwest again Caravan club's waiting Give me some thread and I'll fix up the holes in the knees of my jeans Uncle John is glued to the tv He's watching the grand prix As he waits on his dinner didn't bet on a winner again We slip away for a time and smoke in your grandmother's garden We'll be forgotten Snails crawl along Barely noticed till crushed under toes leaving their entrails for a passing song thrush Reaping the reward of our clumsiness again Uncle John is glued to the tv Watching Saturday grandstand Auntie Jean is doing her laundry Curtains dirty and tawdry We slip away for a time I'll smoke in you grandmothers garden in my head You won't be forgotten