Stick a pony in me pocket
I’ll fetch the suitcase from the van
‘Cos if you want the best ones
But you don’t ask questions
Then brother, I’m your man

Cause where it all comes from is a mystery,
It’s like the changing of the seasons
And the tides of the sea
But here’s the one that’s driving me berserk:
Why do only fools and horses work?

CLOSING THEME

We’ve got some
Half price cracked ice
And miles and miles of carpet tiles

TVs
Deep freeze
And David Bowie LPs.
Ball games
Gold chains,
What’s-names
Pictures frames
And leather goods
And Trevor Francis track suits.
From a mush in Shepherds Bush

No income tax, no VAT
No money back, no guarantee
Black or white, rich or poor
We’ll cut prices at a stroke

God bless Hooky Street
Viva Hooky Street
Long live Hooky Street
C’est magnifique, Hooky Street
Magnifique, Hooky Street