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From Willesden to
Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
Walking lonely avenues
Where rhinestone cowboys find the blues
Theres 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 crones 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
Lets 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, lets go down to
Al Rashids
All the Aussie lagers are on me
Now youve 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 whats done is done
Were alive and thats the one
From Willesden to
Cricklewood
From Willesden to
Cricklewood
Oh, lets go down to
Al Rashids
All the Aussie lagers are on me
Now youvegot 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