Up The Junction

Words & Music:

Difford/Tilbrook (Squeeze)

E                        A                                E

I never thought it would happen with me and the girl from Clapham

                 C#m                           E

Out on the windy common, that night I ain't forgotten.

                        A                          E

Where she dealt out the rations with some or other passions.

                   C#m                            E

I said, "You are a lady."  "Perhaps" she said, "I may be."

 

We moved into a basement with talks of our engagement.

We stayed in by the telly, although the room was smelly.

We spent our time just kissin'; The Railway Arms we're missin'.

But love had got us hooked up and all our time it took up.

 

I got a job with Stanley.  He said I'd come in handy.

And he started me on Monday.  So, I had a bath on Sunday.

I worked eleven hours and bought the girl some flowers.

She said she'd seen a doctor and nothing now could stop her.

 

BRIDGE:

C#m                      G#m                           F#m

I worked all through the winter; the weather brass and bitter.

             B                            D

I put away a tenner each week to make her better.

                      Am                        Gm

And when the time was ready, we had to sell the telly.

                     F                        A

Late evenings by the fire and little kicks inside her.

 

D                    G                       D

This morning at four-fifty I took her rather nifty.

               Bm                          D

Down to an incubator, where thirty minutes later.

                    G                         D

She gave birth to a daughter; within a year a walker.

                         Bm                             D    A   E

She looked just like her mother; as if there could be another

 

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And now she's two years older.  Her mother's with a soldier.

She left me with my drinkin'.  Became a proper stingin'.

The devil came and took me from bar to street to bookie.

No more nights by the telly, no more nights nappies smelling.

 

Alone here in the kitchen, I feel there's somethin' missin'.

I beg for some forgiveness, but beggin's not my business.

And she won't write a letter, although I always tell her.

And so it's my assumption I'm really up the junction.