Lockdown Songtext
von Served on Sunday

Jenny can′t get to sleep cause she's crying
Johnny′s gone and done her wrong with his lying
Pippa can't find her phone, her flats dirty
Steve sent 7 texts they're all flirty
Charley is smoking a fag in her jim jams
Trishia is stroking her chin she′s got big plans
Pete′s playing PS4 he's on FIFA
Ben wants to end with Steph but won′t leave her

My whole street is on a Lockdown
What a treat to live in my town
Watching a real soap from my front door
I don't need Eastenders no more


Pauls been playing cards with old Rita
Debbie says Darren′s tight he don't treat her
Koko is at it again she′s outrageous
Kathy's dirty laughs are contagious
Amanda is rubbing backs in her front room
Emma won't watch the news cos its all gloom
Royston is playing guitar on her doorstep
Matthews lifting weights he′s on his 8th rep

My whole street is on a Lockdown
What a treat to live in my town
Watching a real soap from my front door
I don′t need Eastenders no more

Debbie paints her nails by the window
Sadie shouts at John he can't win though
Britney is sowing seeds under our noses
Hope it′s Northern Lights and not Roses
Postman is running faster than Usain
Staffy next door is loose and a right pain
Garry says Karen's drunk but she′s sober
Kevin's on his 2nd joint its game over

My whole street is on a Lockdown
What a treat to live in my town
Watching a real soap from my front door
I don′t need Eastenders no more