Shopping In The Bridges On Pension Day

(Verse 1) In the Bridges on pension day, where time moves like a crawl, Past JD Sports and Primark, where bargains tempt them all. Waterstone's shelves are crowded, with books they'll never read, And HMV's playing tunes from a bygone era's seed. Boots the Chemist beckons, with remedies on display, But getting there's a challenge, in this retail melee. You'll navigate the aisles, as old folks block the way, Wonderin' why they cannot meet their friends outside C&A. (Chorus) Oh, the Bridges on pension day, a spectacle to behold, Where patience is a virtue, in this bustling fold. Amongst the crowds of pensioners, you'll surely find your way, Shopping in the Bridges on pension day. (Verse 2) Their canes and walking frames, weave a slow-paced dance, As they shuffle past the counters, giving each a chance. You'll hear them talk of yesteryears, in nostalgic tones, While you silently calculate, how long til you get home. You'll wait for your turn, as they ponder and delay, In front of every shelf, they'll stay and stay. You'll sigh and roll your eyes, but deep down you'll say, I'll be back next week, for another pension day fray. (Piano Interlude) You'll wait for your turn, as they ponder and delay, In front of every shelf, they'll stay and stay. You'll sigh and roll your eyes, but deep down you'll say, I'll be back next week, for another pension day fray. (Chorus) Oh, the Bridges on pension day, a spectacle to behold, Where patience is a virtue, in this bustling fold. Amongst the crowds of pensioners, you'll surely find your way, Shopping in the Bridges on pension day. (Outro - piano interlude)