Willesden to Cricklewood

From Willesden to Cricklewood I tell you the town looked good Walking lonely avenues Where rhinestone cowboys find the blues There's people in doing their thing Getting all the mozzarella in And the passing time and phasing moons Words flying in cloudy rooms Plastic bags, milk, and eggs The poor old crone's 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 madman on the street Sing something out like reet petite Let's hip hop at traffic lights Ten thumbs up and smiling 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, 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 going 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