Hull Where is my six-pence? I have a hole in my pocket Maybe it's gone down the drain Maybe it'll turn up again. Someone is leaving me She has her reasons why Maybe she'll return to me Maybe she'll not. Where are my old brown boots? With holes in the soles that always let in the wet Maybe I'll get them fixed down the street Maybe I'll just let the rain wet my feet.
Someone left me space behind A small ink blot on my mind Now I'm just one again And I'm feeling rather strange. Where is my sunshine? With golden summer skies filled with spring time? Someone stole my weekends Someone made my night time black. Where is my six-pence? I have a hole in my pocket Maybe it's gone down the drain Maybe it'll turn up again.