Stackridge - Mr Mick's Walk lyrics

Picture it then it's Sunday again And everyone's ...........bored Mr Mick or the most having finished his roast and every suggestion he made , they ignored No ghost of a chance of a trip to the coast "A trip to the bathroom we might just afford" said the nurse So Mr Mick said, "Oh alright then I'll go for a walk!" and grabbing a stick he left them to talk Nothings as dead as a town on a Sunday Nothing to do but get ready for Monday So Mr Mick and his stick had the town to themselves Past the park gates Competes with the tunes on the trannys and visited Grannies, baked apple strudel and Bells of St Mary's and the yapping of poodles all gradually fade away from the town Mr Mick in a field, he closed his eyes and he spun round He said, "Where this stick points, there I'll go, I don't care if it's high, low, inside out or wrong way round. Where my stick points, There I'm bound When he opened his eyes, his curious stick pointed straight, Make no mistake, at the town refuse tip Well obviously it wasn't that inviting I mean you'd hardly call it exciting But then on a Sunday not much is when you're over age So Brave Mr Mick soldiered on