Nottamun Town Return

In the Denham Town, not a soul would look up

Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down

Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down

To show me my way from fair London town

I saw a buffoon, a blonde-headed mayor

Rattling his chains and going nowhere

Come a-rattling his chains and going nowhere

Eyes cold as ice but blowing hot air

I saw a man with two faces, peddling two wheels

A tame pack of hounds hot on his heels

Hey, tally-ho, the front page news

Behind him a limousine bringing his shoes

I saw sons and daughters rise to their feet

Taking their empty bowls into the street

Those who had gobbled their own cake for free

Ordered them kettled without any tea

I saw the prince and his duchess wave from their car

The crowd did wave back with insults and snarls

Drive from this nightmare back to the dream

Back to the duchy in rich clotted cream

I bought a one-way ticket, there was no turning back

The right kind of snow, the wrong kind of track

Only one train and not broken down

Soon I was heading for Nottingham town