Willesden To Cricklewood

From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
Walkin' lonely avenues
Where Rhinestone Cowboys find the bluesThere's people in doin' their thing
Gettin' all the Mozzarella in
And the passin' time and phassin' moons
Words flyin' in cloudy roomsPlastic bags, milk and eggs
The poor old crone's got achin' legs
How I would love to speak
To everybody on the streetJust for once to break the rules
I know it would be so cool
From Willesden to CricklewoodFrom Willesden to Cricklewood
Come with me and be no good
Be a mad man on the street
Sing somethin' out like reet petiteLet's hip-hop at traffic lights
Ten thumbs up and smilin' bright
Crossin' all the great divides
Color, age and heavy vibesFrom Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to CricklewoodOh, 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 stoutFrom Willesden to Cricklewood
As I went it all looked good
Thought about my babies grown
Thought about goin' homeThought about what's done is done
We're alive and that's the one
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to CricklewoodOh, 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 stoutFrom Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood