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Barbara Dickson : Upstairs In My Room lyrics

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Barbara Dickson lyrics : "Upstairs In My Room"

George : Daughter, oh daughter,
Come and open the door
Where is your heart and compassion?

Mother : Leave him down there, love,
Now his beer money's gone
He wants the food what's on ration

George : Throw us me ration book
So as least I can eat?
Viv : There's a black market man

The end of our street
Father goes to him and he flogs off our grub


George : Loan me a shilling
For an hour down the pub


Mother : Leave him, dear daughter of mine
George : Hurry, dear daughter of mine
Mother : Leave him, dear daughter of mine

George : Hurry, dear daughter of mine
Mother : Leave him, dear daughter of mine
George : Hurry, dear daughter of mine



Viv : Me dad's epileptic

Me mother is ill
She knows she should leave him
But she never will do.

Me mam is a martyr,
Me dad's a non-starter
The family's future is gloomy.


Young Viv : I'm better off hiding,
Upstairs in me room.

Viv : Me dad never works
Spends his life on the sick
Mother : Daughter, oh daughter

While your father's out cold
Viv : Don't leave nothin' lyin'
Around or he'll nick it

Mother : Let's hide the tea and the sugar
Viv : A boozer? The worst
He is constantly thirsty

But here there's no harm can come to me
Mother : Under the mattress
Now and hush! Not a word!

Viv : Not while I can daydream
Upstairs in me room
Mother : He'll never look there the bugger!


George : Daughter, oh daughter
I'm not long for this world

I feel the end slowly nearin'
Daughter, I ask thee,
Lend us ten bleedin' bob

So I may leave with some beer in!

Where has thy mother

Hid the sugar and tea?
Find it and flog it,
Then bring brass back to me


Don't tha' say nowt lass
Or else thou'll get some fist

Just shut it, dear daughter of mine

Young Viv : I'd look through me letters

Them lads on me mind
Could anyone love me
Be gentle and kind too

I'd start fantasizing And hey it's surprising
The funniest shivers run through me
I hope no-one finds me

Upstairs in me room

George : Daughter, oh daughter

What's that tha's got there?
Summat that tha' wants kept hidden?
Who wrote these letters?
Is tha' seeing some lad?
Have I not said, that's forbidden?

He touched your thingies?
Tha's a bag and a [email protected]^%
Filth, muck and rubbish!
Tha' won't see him no more


How could you shame me?
I'll take care of thee!
Now tha's gettin' what-for,
Thou art no daughter of mine!


Young Viv : I know me dad loves me
He knocks me about.
He says I've been dirty
Although I've done nowt - yet!
If that's what you bleedin'

Well get just for reading
I might as well let someone do me

Hey, Matt!
Tha's got lucky.
Upstairs in me room

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