uncle ted and auntie joan,ndidn't like the seaside.nthere were far to many legs exposed, in the sun, at the seaside.nbetter to stay in the caravan where it's nice and peaceful;nhidden away from the youths of today trying their best to look cool.nnwhatever happened to the likes of ballroom dancing,nnow all they do is shake their hips from side to side.nwhatever happened to the likes of village picnics,ni'd bake an apple pie; eat it in the grass underneath the sky.nnoh, i see times are changing.nnuncle ted and auntie joan,ndidn't like the highstreet.nthere's too many girls with too many prams dotted around the highstreet.nbetter to stay in the living room,nwatching antiques roadshow.naway from the youths, hanging around 'cause they've got nowhere to go.nnwhatever happened to the likes of ballroom dancing,nnow all they do is shake their hips from side to side.nwhatever happened to the likes of village picnics,ni'd bake an apple pie; eat it in the grass underneath the sky.nnoh, i see times are changing.nn