A spaceman, a frogman, an Indian chief, It’s good to have ambition 
But not all that you believe
shanghaied like an old time sailor,   coshed and carried away to sea
Wake up on board a sofa with a TV and a wife
Wake up and find myself in somebody else’s life
Mr Benn says hello to the children as he walks to his special shop
sometimes he’d stay and watch them play 
but the parents read the mail and  so he had to stop
he spent the afternoon dressed as an mp trying to debate above the made up roar
but just as he thought that he was doing what he ought
a man appeared and showed him through a made up door
Mr Benn never shouts and we never fall out - though he smokes a pipe and ash gets on the front room floor
But that’s his only vice, he’s compassionate and wise
It’s such a small price for a person I adore
I had to relearn everything - everything
My life ‘til now was a made up mess
The answers to my questions were at worst a lie
And at best a guess - by a stranger in a dress
Living yes we’re living- just the two of us alone
Living yes we’re living – in 52 festive road
Opinions are a currency, as precious as silver and gold
believe half of what you see
and of course then none of what you’re told
never be without an opinion, have a new one every day
believe half of what you see, none of what you’re told
and only half of what you say

Living……..

52 Festive Road

Music from the wholly made up  ITC adventure series Agent: Lost First aired 9pm Monday 2nd September 1968 

Agent: Lost (Main Title)

he's a portent a sign a quite timely reminder for us all to be kinder and try to get along wear black or wear pink and whatever you think are your thoughts and your rights and you can tell us or not tell us and it will still be alright but don't twist him around just because it's his turn now don't twist him around just because it's his turn now fear is a chemical and chemicals are natural and tiredness and loneliness but you're not alone no prejudice no side and there's no need to hide you're Sebastian and this is your song

Dread

Sebastian's Song

Wayne’s shouting at Tracy’s shouting at baby who’s learning to shout
At the top of their voice
You haven’t got a choice
When you’re the shouting people of two doors down
Everybody in the house is bloody furious
But nobody seems to know why
And none of them can cry
They’re just the shouting people of two doors down
People of two doors down
They must be so worn out
And there couldn’t be anything left to shout about
The problem with estates like these is they pollute you 
the horrors through the wall from next door
And the ceilings and the floor
Hearing the shouting people of two doors down
Now I don’t blame the architects that never have to live here
They couldn’t have known how very bad 
Their experimental fad 
Would be for the shouting people of two doors down
You see them in the offy and you hate yourself for being so nice 
what can you do?
You have to be so clever or they’ll eat you like the keeper in a zoo
this is a zoo
this is
Behave yourself and go to school and get clever
And I don’t mean the school of hard knocks  
You’ve been there where’ve you got 
Two doors down from the Shouting 
The shouting and bawling screaming caterwauling fighting and brawling people of two doors down.
Y’know that things aren’t good at all
When grandma’s got the filthiest mouth of all
And I know that this could be a test
But I've got work in the morning and I really need to rest

Black Nicky Tanner