text: The grass in Ashfield Park is dying
  Where everybody dreams of deeds of crime
  And the Tartan Coloured Lady walks
  Behind the water colours of my mind
  And the Tartan Coloured Lady she is mine
  People speak of willow trees in autumn
  And my doesnt fit her anymore
  And the Tartan Coloured Lady that I wanted
  Talked of this place an hour or so before
  And the Tartan Coloured Lady lost her
  So if your crystal window isnt broken
  And theyve taken all the dust bins from your door
  Take yourself the Tartan Coloured Lady
  And smell the grass in Ashfield Park once more
  See the trees in Ashfield Park once more
  So I guess Ill read the comic books youve left me
  And play marbles on the floor
  And if the Tartan Coloured Lady calls me
  Just tell her I wont be home till four