Del Quant from Bronco Bullfrog by Bronco Bullfrog

Del Quant, what do you want
And what are you going to do
You’ve been down for so long
There’s nothing in the city for you
If you don’t get away you’ll be welding ‘til your dying day
Bread and butter and tea
Dirty streets where nothing’s free

Irene, she’s only fifteen
But she knows she’s going nowhere fast
Sees Del whenever she can
It’s the only thing she hopes will last
On the seventeenth floor Irene’s mother waits in vain by the door
Cos she stayed out last night
Saw them on his motorbike

The weeds are overgrown
A secret garden of their own
So sad it’s come to this
It’s dark and smells of piss
They smile and steal a kiss
A single moment’s happiness
And so they take a ride
Into the countryside
Where they don’t need to hide
Far away from all those prying eyes

Sargeant Johnson makes notes
Irene’s mother’s got a lump in her throat
Cos she’s not the kind of girl
To get caught up in his world

Del Quant, you got what you want
But you ended back where you began
Now you’re on the run from the law
And your motorbike went under a van
Del Quant, you got what you wanted to be

• Rock
• United Kingdom