the wimpy wonderland

Music © Musikhaus

lyrics © Atilla The Stockbroker

A Bang and a Wimpy'

by Attila the Stockbroker

Swing door swings open in the fast food fun palace

Two pairs of eyes meet mine

I steel myself and grimace

Elbows against the counter they slump

Mean eyed

Po faced

No nonsense

Pre-pubescent pugilists

Terror tots

South London's finest

Knee-high nihilists planning nursery crimes

The Wimpy bar mafia

Nine years old

Macho

Murderers

Primary school but primed to kill

Or maim

Or terrorise

Size you up and slice you through with Peter Sutcliff eyes

They're into older women

Eleven or twelve's their favourite age

They chat them up as they come in

Invade their space like Space Invaders

"Oy Love"

"Want some chips?"

Then invite them home for glue and a private rendition of the new Exploited single

Or some other manic mayhem to make their extremities tingle

Soon they'll be old enough to bunk into a disco

But 'till then they'll stick to the hamburger hustle

A bang and a Wimpy

A Wimpy and a bang

The grim and grimy gangsters from the mustard and cress gang

Video vandals

Violent virgin vigilantes verging on the vindictive

I've been searching for the young soul rebels

Been searching everywhere

Couldn't find them anywhere

But here they are in the Wimpy bar

Right by Victoria station

I stand and watch them operate in muted fascination

'Till...

" 'ere, got 10p mate? "

Snaps me back to hard reality

And the half concealed glinting switchblade smiles with awful clarity

I give them 21 pence and they give me a hard smile

Now they've the price of another tube they're happy for a while

And in the Wimpy wonderland, the crisis kids run free

A bang, a Wimpy and a sniff and home in time for tea