Sing to the tune of American pie - memories of Splott
Sing to the tune of American pie
The day the bulldozer came.
Words by Ann James
Music by Don Mclean
A long long time ago
We can still remember how
that old Splott made us smile…..
And we knew if we had a chance
That we could make those people dance
and maybe they'd be happy for a while….
and all the people would deliver
memories from their hearts forever
friends and faces joined together
A reunion, united, still strong whatever
To hear the Splotties talk with pride
and something touched us deep inside
**The day that old Splott died**
So
chorus
bye, bye . to our old Splottie
and to our big old Jessie, C’estlavie
the good ole days, and community ways
singing, this’ll be a day we all cried….
this’ll be the day we all cried….
Well, we knew we were in love with Splott
the people danced and sang and alot
We all kicked off our shoes
and we danced those rhythm and blues....
we did anything to earn a buck
But we knew we were out of luck
The day..... the community cried
When the old Splott died
we started singin'
[Chorus]
bye, bye . our old Splottie
and to our big old Jessie, C’estlavie
the good ole days, and community ways
singing, this’ll be a day we all cried…..
this’ll be the day we all cried…..
Now, for many years we've been on our own
community broken, the soul has gone
But, that's not how it used to be……
Down the Bomb & Dagger we sang til three
Til we hit the floor, happy with glee
with a voice that came from old whiskey……
Oh and while the police were looking down
The kids rang off and laughed like clowns
The people they had fun, many good deed was done
And while the boys played footy in the little park
and Rat a tat ginger for a lark
then the day came when we all cried...
And fought with courage side by side
the day......when old Splott died
[Chorus]
bye, bye . to our old Splottie
and to our big old Jessie, C’estlavie
the good ole days, and community ways
singing, this’ll be a day we all cried
this’ll be the day we all cried
The arches in a summer swelter
The library in the rain for shelter
Moorland Rd School was a blast
The kids all trying hard to pass
the bell rang playtime when at last
Into the playground we ran so fast
Whitsun treat, holidays and sunny June,
and the children played a marching tune
and we all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
when bulldozers came across the field
Do you recall what was revealed
The day that old Splott died
We started singin'
[Chorus]
bye, bye . to our old Splottie
and to our big old Jessie, C’estlavie
the good ole days, and community ways
singing, this’ll be a day we all cried
this’ll be the day we all cried
Oh, and there we were all in one place
generations lost in space
With no time left to start again......
So come on Splotties, lets be quick
Put your piccies onto a memory stick
and for one more night we can pretend
reunite Splott and our friends…..
Let Splotties join up and engage
rekindled friendships, through the age
No government born in Hell
Could break that splotties spell
And as the dancing goes into the night
lets all remember each others plight
that time when we tried hard to fight
we saw politicians laugh with delight
The day that old Splott died
we was singin'
[Chorus]
bye, bye . to our old Splottie
and to our big old Jessie, C’estlavie
the good ole days, and community ways
singing, this’ll be a day we all cried
this’ll be the day we all cried