1. There’s a young girl over there, who has fallen to despair
She can’t face the confines of her lonely room
When she goes back home tonight, all the walls will close up tight
And she’ll never find her way across the gloom
Chorus: Oh, we’re listening to the band in the park
Yes, we’re listening to the band in the park
We’ve got nothing else to do
Turning cold and feeling blue
So, we’re listening to the band in the park
2. An old man called one-eyed Jake is as nutty as fruit cake
He comes every Sunday now to feed the birds
Scraps of bacon and cold chips, tomato sauce and gravy dips
While he speaks to them in soft and tender words
Chorus
3. A bald-headed man with glasses, who comes from the middle classes
Sits down on a bench to read the Sunday news
Since the funeral of his wife, he is a that time of life
When the way the cards are stacked, he’s bound to lose
Chorus
4. A plain secretary bird, who’s often seen but never heard
Lives in a bed-sit in the London sprawl
With self discipline of years, she goes on choking back the tears
And she prays to find a reason for it all
Chorus
5. A young wizard on guitar has come to London from afar
To make the big-time on the music scene
But he’s been busking in the street, down and out and off the beat
He’s as lonely now as he has ever been
Chorus
6. Now the band is packed away, as creeping darkness ends the day
And the population now is dwindling fast
But next Sunday, it’s quite plain, that if you come this way again
Then the play will be with same or different cast
Chorus
© Dave Pierce, 1975 and 2002.