Walking down the sidewalk on a purple afternoon, I was accosted by a barker playing a simple tune upon his flute, toot, toot, too, toot. Silver rain was falling down upon the dirty ground of London Town.
People pass me by on my imaginary street, ordinary people, it's impossible to meet. Holding conversations that are always incomplete, well, I don't know. Oh, where are there places to go? Someone, somewhere has to know. I don't know.
Out of work again, the actor entertains his wife with the same old stories of his ordinary life. Maybe he exaggerates the trouble and the strife, well, I don't know. Oh, where are there places to go? Someone, somewhere has to know.
Crawling down the pavement on a Sunday afternoon, I was arrested by a rozzer wearing a pink balloon about his foot, toot, toot, toot, toot. Silver rain was falling down upon the dirty ground of London Town.
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