Текст песни Willesden To Cricklewood

From Willesden to Cricklewood

I tell you the town looked good

Walkin' lonely avenues

Where Rhinestone Cowboys find the blues

There's people in doin' their thing

Gettin' all the Mozzarella in

And the passin' time and phassin' moons

Words flyin' in cloudy rooms

Plastic bags, milk and eggs

The poor old crone's got achin' legs

How I would love to speak

To everybody on the street

Just for once to break the rules

I know it would be so cool

From Willesden to Cricklewood

From Willesden to Cricklewood

Come with me and be no good

Be a mad man on the street

Sing somethin' out like reet petite

Let's hip-hop at traffic lights

Ten thumbs up and smilin' bright

Crossin' all the great divides

Color, age and heavy vibes

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I tell you the town looked good

From Willesden to Cricklewood

From Willesden to Cricklewood

Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's

All the Aussie lagers are on me

Now you've got the absinthe out

Your old mother, she wants a stout

From Willesden to Cricklewood

As I went it all looked good

Thought about my babies grown

Thought about goin' home

Thought about what's done is done

We're alive and that's the one

From Willesden to Cricklewood

From Willesden to Cricklewood

Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's

All the Aussie lagers are on me

Now you've got the absinthe out

Your old mother, she wants a stout

From Willesden to Cricklewood

I tell you the town looked good

From Willesden to Cricklewood

From Willesden to Cricklewood