The five a is a spectre
It goes along Witton Road
It starts to pick up ghosts of old
From where the lonely people used to live
Number five, number five and seven
Number five, took me to my heaven
Number five, number five and seven
Number five, took me to my heaven
The toy shop's no longer there
And no one else seems to care
The sacred heart starts to weep
Its children long gone to sleep
Remains of my yesterday
My plastic dreams blown away
Number five, number five and seven
Number five, took me to my heaven
Number five, number five and seven
Number five, took me to my heaven
Number five, number five and seven
Secret worlds within my attic
Ties that bind me to their magic
Number five and number seven
Took me all the way to heaven
In my attic
Witton magic
Witton magic
We're all magic
Days of magic
Aston magic
The toy shop's no longer there
Why did it have to go away?
Why did it have to go away?
My plastic dreams blown away
The sacred heart starts to weep
For memories I need to keep
Forever locked here inside
Are secrets I learned to hide
The toy shop's no longer there
And no one else seems to care
Why did it have to go away?
My plastic dreams blown away
My plastic dreams blown away
My plastic dreams blown away
My plastic dreams blown away
Number five, number five and seven
Number five, number five and seven
Number five, number five and seven
Number five, number five and seven