There's a place on the edge of town (edge of town)
where the kids all hang around (hang around.)
Cobbled streets and terraced houses, window boxes
all around.
It's never changed in sixty years and it's tumbling
down.
It's never really know by name, it's called Gaslight
Street, Gaslight Street.
#2.
In the evening when the sun goes down (sun goes down)
and there ain't nobody else around (else around.)
The lamp lighter walks down the street, illumination,
indiscreet.
It doesn't have much effect, it seems he's wasting his
time.
The lamp light don't shine so bright on Gaslight Street,
Gaslight Street.
Every night at nine there's children playing around the
street.
Trying to dodge their parents when they call them in to
go to sleep.
#3.
Monday morning and as a rule (as a rule) the place is quiet
they're all at school (all at school.)
Lines of washing hang across the street, a weary policeman
walks his beat.
It's never changed in sixty years and it's tumbling down.
It's never really know by name, it's called Gaslight
Street, Gaslight Street.
Hmmm-hmmm-hmmm-hmmm-hmm-hmm-(hmm-hmmm-hmm)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (aaaahhh-oooooooo)(Fade.)