Sad, sad Walsall, shabby and grey
A cloudy town that blends it with the rain,
The people are tired, or enjoying the pub,
A little too much wine, to brighten the town up.
Upside-down smiles that look painted on,
Cynical sneers that wish to be gone
Away from the Midlands but mark my words, 'Don't you insult
Walsall 'cause it's still my town.'
It's boring and ugly and everyone's broke
But Keef will get the rounds in as he's a top bloke,
And under the greyness, coldness and gloom
There's still a potential, waiting to loom.
There's art and there's music, waiting to rise.
Give Walsall a chance and it'll open your eyes.
If you put in the effort for your home town
I guarantee that it won't let you down.
Written by Joanne Kendrick