Memories of a real life encounter
By Ian Walls
A Teddy boy punched my face, One day in ’83
He was with two mates of his, but I was just with me.
He saw me walking, eyes cast down, he ran across the street
He said ‘Oi Mate’, as I turned round, he knocked me off my feet.
He ran away, yelled ‘TEDDY BOYS’, and left me shocked and dumb,
I slowly rose and grabbed my bag, then ran home to my mum.
My sister’s boyfriend took me up, my brother and my dad,
Out to the car to sort them out, they were really all quite mad.
Round Bedwell shops, up Six Hills Way, down Homestead Moat and Crossgate,
Up Hillcrest, Colestrete, Cuttys Lane they searched til it got late.
No sign was found of Teddy Boys, quite lucky in the end,
My sister’s boyfriend was a wee bit hard and would have battered them.
The Teddy Boys still roamed around from time to time quite scary,
But it taught me to be more on my toes and kept me much more wary
I’d like to say, if they read this, that I hope they’re doing well,
That in one way I’ve beaten them as I’ll happily now tell
They’d never take me this time round, not quite so easily,
Cos they’d be in their 60’s now, while I’m still 43.