London Town

Walking down the sidewalk on a purple afternoon

I was accosted by a barker playing a simple tune

Upon his flute

Toot, toot, toot, toot

Silver rain was falling down

Upon the dirty ground of London Town

People pass me by on my imaginary street

Ordinary people it's impossible to meet

Holding conversations that are always incomplete

Well, I don't know

Oh where are there places to go?

Someone somewhere has to know

I don't know

Out of work again, the actor entertains his wife

With the same old stories of his ordinary life

Maybe he exaggerates the trouble and the strife

Well, I don't know

Oh where are there places to go?

Someone somewhere has to know

Crawling down the pavement on a Sunday afternoon

I was arrested by a rozzer wearing a pink balloon

About his foot

Toot, toot, toot, toot

Silver rain was falling down

Upon the dirty ground of London Town

Someone somewhere has to know

Silver rain was falling down

Upon the dirty ground of London Town

(La la)