Dandelion and Burdock

Looking back to a better time, when life was good and there was little crime,
Children played on their pogo sticks and on Saturdays went to the local flicks,
And we all drank big bottles of pop, especially dandelion and burdock,
What I'd give for a tiny slurp, though it stung your nose and it made you burp,
We were always polite to bobbies, on Remembrance Day we all wore poppies,
And we all had useful hobbies.
Well I did.
At the Crich Tram Museum, I was with a friend called Ian,
We were there from nine 'til chucking out time, there was so much there worth seeing.
At the Crich Tram Museum, disaster befell poor Ian,
A vicious jasper made him drop his dandelion and burdock.
Oh, that jasper made him drop his dandelion and burdock.
Ian's bottle had developed a crack so he couldn't get his deposit back,
Tuppence may not seem a lot but it would by you a big, fat lollipop,
Black Jacks were ten a penny, remember now I'm talking old money,
Not that we ever had any. But we were happy.
Riding with my peers, the wind whistling through my ears,
As we reached Mam Tor I was grateful for my Sturmey Archer gears.
At the Crich Tram Museum, I was with a friend called Ian,
We were there from nine 'til chucking out time, there was so much there worth seeing.
At the Crich Tram Museum, disaster befell poor Ian,
A vicious jasper made him drop his dandelion and burdock.
Oh, that jasper made him drop his dandelion and burdock.
Oh, but how I'd love a drop of dandelion and burdock.