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 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 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 © CASBAH PRODUCTIONS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com