London

As I was drinking cider
Down on the Shakespeare Road
I smoked me days last cigarette
And me toes were feeling cold
I dreamt about me gyro
And where I'd spend me dough
And then I went to bed
'Cause things were getting boring

Well, I got my check in the morning
I headed up to Camden Town
I cashed that gyro
Yeah, I flashed that cash around
I had fifteen pints of Guinness
Pints laying on the ground
Then I headed up to Harlesden

Well, I got a cab to the Fiddler
'Cause Phil had some cash
I even scored a tenner
On the finest London hash
I got so fucking wasted
I puked and made a mess
And I woke up in the gutter
In the morning

Well, that next morning
Yeah, all me cash was gone
And that's my story
Yeah, me old London song
I'll have to wait a week now
Hope nothing else goes wrong
And thank Jesus Christ for those times
They were rolling
They were rolling