10am on a Saturday outside the cinema I used to play
Lovely old songs to the generation that can understand
The value of life, true romance I've even seen people start to dance
With a grin on their face at the way I'd brighten up the place
Now the cinema foyer has a flat TV
And they turn it up full once they've spotted me
Because they're too young to understand
Sometimes it's good to lend a helping hand
They don't care about the folks outside
It's bums on seats that keeps 'em satisfied
And they're telling me to move on
I remember the queue that sang Jingle Bells while I played my whistle
That's a tale to tell but that all happened years ago, sweet memories
People took photos, smiled and waved
Some would say I was very brave
But it's time too say goodbye to those happier days
