Going to the Baths
It was good going to the baths on a Saturday
Three or four of us waiting for the bus.
As soon as it came, we'd all fight get on.
Because all of us wanted to be first.
Now someone always forgot something.
A towel, there'd be a fair chance.
But we never forgotten our swimtrunks.
For we had them on under our pants.
Before the bus stopped, top of king street.
We'd jump off for we could'nt wait.
We'd run through grimses arcade.
Cross library street, into millgate.
by this time we'd all be excited.
Racing to the bottom of the slope.
Then rush through the door, we'd all get that whiff
Of chlorine and carbolic soap.
Three of us squashed in one cabin.
Getting undressed stood on the seat.
Then rushing down the steps, into the showers.
Lathering our trunks and scrubbing our feet.
I got threw out once for pee'ing in the pool.
The attendant he pushed me into the road.
I said.. it wer'nt right that most people pee.
not off the top diving board.
they would make us leave about four.
We would wonder where the time, it had gone.
We would call at a shop for an hovis brown loaf.Eat the middle out
, as we walked home.