Released: December 8, 1967
Songwriter: Chris Wood (Traffic) Steve Winwood Jim Capaldi
Producer: Jimmy Miller
(One, two, three, two, two, three)
So many people with nothing to do
Hundreds of buildings that muck up my view
Watched by a tramp with a hole in his shoe
Standing alone on the corner
He's thinking that work is all a big joke
While he looks in the gutter for something to smoke
Two hundred kids in one red Mini Moke
Scream down the street fully loaded
Day in the city, oh what a pity
I could be in Berkshire where the poppies grow so pretty
I could be in Berkshire where the poppies grow so pretty
I wish that I was there
I wouldn't really have but a care
People like sardines packed in a can
Waiting for Christmas that's made in Japan
And I'm having trouble with my apple flan
Sat in the cafe on the corner
I walk through the green gates and into the park
Where murderers crawl after girls in the dark
Down by the shed I head a remark
I turned on but no one could hear me
Day in the city, oh what a pity
I could be in Berkshire where the poppies grow so pretty
I could be in Berkshire where the poppies grow so pretty
I wish that I was there
I wouldn't really have but a care
I wouldn't really have but a care
I wouldn't really have but a care, no
I wouldn't really have but a care
So many people with nothing to do
Hundreds of buildings that muck up my view
Watched by a tramp with a hole in his shoe
Standing alone on the corner
He's thinking that work is all a big joke
While he looks in the gutter for something to smoke
Two hundred kids in one red Mini Moke
Scream down the street fully loaded
Day in the city, oh what a pity
I could be in Berkshire where the poppies grow so pretty
I could be in Berkshire where the poppies grow so pretty
I wish that I was there
I wouldn't really have but a care
People like sardines packed in a can
Waiting for Christmas that's made in Japan
And I'm having trouble with my apple flan
Sat in the cafe on the corner
I walk through the green gates and into the park
Where murderers crawl after girls in the dark
Down by the shed I head a remark
I turned on but no one could hear me
Day in the city, oh what a pity
I could be in Berkshire where the poppies grow so pretty
I could be in Berkshire where the poppies grow so pretty
I wish that I was there
I wouldn't really have but a care
I wouldn't really have but a care
I wouldn't really have but a care, no
I wouldn't really have but a care
more tracks from the album
From the albums
- Mr. Fantasy (1967)
- Mr. Fantasy (US Version) (1968)
Traffic popular songs
- Dear Mr. Fantasy
- John Barleycorn (Must Die)
- The Low Spark of High Heeled Boys
- Sittin’ Here Thinkin’ of My Love
- This Train Won’t Stop
- Every Mother’s Son
- Nowhere Is Their Freedom
- State of Grace
- Smiling Phases
- Here Comes a Man
- Something New
- Coloured Rain
- Stranger to Himself
- No Time to Live
- Heaven Is in Your Mind
- Pearly Queen
- Who Knows What Tomorrow May Bring
- (Sometimes I Feel So) Uninspired
- Withering Tree
- Every Night, Every Day
- Hidden Treasure
- Walking in the Wind
- Freedom Rider
- Berkshire Poppies