Dave McPherson
"Mr Goodchild"

Jump onto the go-kart, take turns to take part
Drinking cold tea, overly sweet dreams
Koi fish and roses will fall but none of us could ever forget it all
Caught in a gold frame, yeah, yeah

Sit under the archway, fake cough for a sick day
Amethyst on display with Devon cliff clay reflecting the dusty rays
Pickles and fresh vegetables, none of us could ever forget it all
Rush down the blue slide, yeah, yeah

And we can close our eyes and be there in an instant
And we can stop our hearts but the blood flow is so constant
I constantly think of you and the things I should have said to you

The strongest of handshakes quashes past mistakes
The whitest of hair shines whilst you top me up with fine cheap wine
Snooker balls rolling in tunnels, none of us could ever forget it all
Whistling songs for the birds

And we can close our eyes and be there in an instant, yeah
And we can stop our hearts but the blood flow is so constant
I constantly think of you and the things I should have said to you
Mister Goodchild
Mister Goodchild