The 5A is a spectre It goes along Witton Road And starts to pick up ghosts of old From where the lonely people used to live Number 5 Number 5 and 7 Number 5 took me to my heaven Number 5 Number 5 and 7 Number 5 took me to my heaven The toy shop's no longer there And no one else seems to care The sacred heart starts to weep It's children long gone to sleep Remains of my yesterday My plastic dreams blown away Number 5 Number 5 and 7 Number 5 took me to my heaven Number 5 Number 5 and 7 Number 5 took me to my heaven Number 5 Number 5 and 7 Secret worlds within my attic Ties that bind me to their magic Number 5 and number 7 Took me all the way to heaven In my attic, Witton magic Witton magic, we're all magic Days of magic, Aston magic The toy's shop no longer there Why did it have to go away Why did it have to go away My plastic dreams blown away The sacred heart starts to weep For memories I need to keep Forever locked here inside Are secrets I learned to hide The toy's shop no longer there And no one else seems to care Why did it have to go away My plastic dreams blown away My plastic dreams blown away My plastic dreams blown away My plastic dreams blown away Number 5 Number 5 and 7 Number 5 Number 5 and 7 Number 5 Number 5 and 7 Number 5 Number 5 and 7