From Willesden to Cricklewood I tell you the town looked good Walking lonely avenues Where rhinestone cowboys find the blues There's people in doing their thing Gettin' all the mozzarella in And the passing time and phassing moons Words flying in cloudy rooms Plastic bags, milk and eggs The poor old crone's got aching 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
From Willesden to Cricklewood Come with me and be no good Be a mad man on the street Sing something out like reet petite Let's hip-hop at traffic lights Ten thumbs up and smilin' bright Crossing all the great divides Color, age and heavy vibes
From Willesden to Cricklewood 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 going 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 CricklewoodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
