Underneath the table in the corner of
the kitchen
Davey kept his records and his pork-pie hat,
Over by the window looking out
towards London
He would dream of little Lucy and a bit of
this ‘n’ that.
Underneath his armpits he would spray
something sexy,
On the Friday evenings when the bands were
in town,
Slicking back his dirty hair and shining up
his toecaps
He would step into the evening and
boogie on down.
And outside he would meet her,
And outside he would greet her,
Even when the weather was so brass and
so bitter,
Together they would walk it,
Together they would talk it,
They were living in the shadow of the
Crystal Palace transmitter.
Underneath the spotlights with their elbows
on the stage
Was where you’d find the two of them
all night long,
Over by the bar you would occasionally
find them,
Cos sometimes halves of lager are better
than a song.
Underneath their trendy shoes their socks
were psychedelic,
Sometimes they were brighter than the lights
on stage,
Davey used to like it when she held
his hand tightly,
And later in the park he would be
acting his age.
And outside he would know it,
And outside he would show it,
Down beside the bandstand ankle-deep
in all the litter,
Together they would dance it,
Together they would chance it,
Underneath the shadow of the
Crystal Palace transmitter.
Underneath the stars they would discuss
their two futures
And with a little effort they would turn them
into one,
When they heard some footsteps on the path
by the playground
They hid behind the bandstand and their
hearts went numb.
Underneath the bushes in the chill
of the darkness
Davey and Lucy took their chances
and their vows,
Then when it was over they enjoyed a
Rothmans King Size
And a nervous little smile with sweat
on their brows.
And outside it was real,
And outside he could feel
That glow inside his heart where he knew
he would admit her,
Together they would marry,
Together they would carry on
Living in the shadow of the
Crystal Palace transmitter.