The Day That Alvin Stardust Died

The day that Alvin Stardust died, the sun did what it could
Its autumn rays weren’t up to much, but its intentions were still good
As mothers ferried children up and down the hill
White van men didn’t vanish, and time did not stand still

The day that Alvin Stardust died, the street noise didn’t stop
The workmen dug a basement room, and fitted out a shop
And clouds of dust from drilling meant I had to close the doors
And dream about a time when all the sound I heard was yours

The day that Alvin Stardust lived in 1973
That gold December morning with my birthday 50p
To Boots I ran, no Green Cross Code, to slow my way to you
To get my paws on rock and roll, and buy My Coo Coo Choo

The day that Alvin Stardust died, my Macbook went to sleep
Its power cable melted, which meant I couldn’t Tweet
And there I was at 49, alone and out of reach
Wishing I was that little boy in 1973