In de dozenwinkel, Rotterdam-Zuid

De producten zijn goedkoop - mede mogelijk gemaakt door lage lonen en verbod op vakbondsactiviteiten. Toch volop publiek - zogeheten allochtonen, en autochtonen in campingsmoking, een dracht die ik in Amsterdam al tijden niet meer gezien heb. Kijk ik verkeerd, of op de verkeerde plaatsen?
Veertig jaar oud en nog steeds, of meer dan ooit, van toepassing - niet Lou Rawls (ook uit 1966), maar The Kinks.

DEAD END STREET

There's a crack up in the ceiling,
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no money,
A sunday joint of bread and honey.

What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collector's knocking, trying to get in.

We are strictly second class,
We don't understand,
(dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are living on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)

On a cold and frosty morning,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my feet are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.

What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to emigrate,
I'm deep in debt and now it's much too late.

We both want to work so hard,
We won't get the chance,
(dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)

(dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Head to my feet (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Hows it feel? (yeah)
Hows it feel? (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)

(Met de prachtige trombonesolo van een van de straat geplukte dronken muzikant tot slot).