You’ll find her on the streets from eight till nine,
A spectre wrapped in scarf and bright cagoule.
She prowls around the pavements near the school
And guards the zebra crossing with her sign.
These kids have got to get to class on time,
So Lily (sixty three) gives it her best.
In bobble hat and boots and Hi Vis vest
She helps them cross the road, and that’s no crime.
But back inside her flat, she has a stash
Of pills and coke and horse and LSD.
She sells her wares to make a little cash –
She’s saving up to fix her dodgy knee.
The cops, who could arrest her, wouldn’t dare
Because she sells the smack to Buckley’s mayor.