Playground Lyrics

I need to fall in love with the world again
And see things the way I used to see them when I was ten
So give me nine boxes of chalk and let me play hopscotch
a blanket and a matress:
I'll build a castle
I'll sit there on nightwatch
Put a tooth under my pillow
I'm praying this fairy flies through my window
Singing 'B - I - N - G - O' because Bingo was his name-o
Give me a blue paper towel to wipe away my worries
Mr Patell's on Fridays to get sweets for my little tummy
I owned a pack lunch box,
a book bag,
and my name was stuck on a tray
Stories by the Roald Dahl
You know the BFG never led us astray
Running through the playground: Bulldog was mental
We had the sickest conversations around the classroom bin
Whilst sharpening our HB pencils
Let me run to the back of the coach on a school trip
It was like Dumbledore put the sorting hat on my head
it made me feel like I was chosen for this
When a nosebleed would be the worst possible disaster
And parents evening would have me scared of going home after
And I really wonder if it's still there
The back of my exam desk when I wrote 'Hussain was here'
'Don't try this at home' never stopped us from wrestling Christian's BMX dumped
We broke his chains
That's how fast we were pedalling
And the animals went in two by two
Hurrah, Hurrah
I'm still convinced the staff room was a hidden theme park
Discover in twenty-one seconds we all learnt how to rap
I know for a fact
Each one of you knew that one kid that would jump over the playground wall to get your footballs back
Dancing with my trainers that light up
Nobody could ever stop me
I was raised on an era of Football stickers,
Beyblades
and Yellow Tamigotchis
When Ab's broke his arm we graffitied his sling
You knew it was gonna be a mad rave when you walked into the hall and saw a packet of party rings
And do you wanna know something I can do?
Give me a scientific calcultor
I'll turn it upside down
I'll typpe a few numbers
I'll show you how to write 'boobs'
And our paper planes would glide
Effortlessly through our classrooms stratosphere
And if it hit the back of someones head?
You face the wall
But your best mate will always look at you and go 'yeh'
And now that brings us to sports day
Where we're all 100M sprinters

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