Down the hill in Nursery Park, Elsie and Tracy are leaving their mark. Tracy’s got her drumsticks, fresh from the States, With two lazy cats and a car that she hates. Oh Elsie and Tracy, what a pair, White wine glasses clinking in the air! From Ashington to Cambridge, their stories spark— Life’s never boring in Nursery Park. Elsie loves bingo, she’s marking her sheet, Shouting “Two little ducks!” while stamping her feet. She dines with “the girls” at the pub down the lane, Laughs so hard she forgets the rain. Next year’s Rachael’s wedding, they’ll dance all night, Tracy turns sixty—turn off the light! From bingo halls to wedding halls they’ll go, Crashing the dance floor like a rock ‘n’ roll show. Elsie and Tracy, legends they’ll be, From Ashington hills to the big city. With laughter and wine, and their stories to spark, Cheers to the queens of Nursery Park!
