Dark Streets of London

I like to walk in the summer breeze

Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees

And drink with my friends in the Hammersmith Broadway

Dear dirty delightful, old drunken old days

Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly

The pubs and the bookies, where you'd spend all your time

And the old men that were singing "When the Roses Bloom Again

And Turn Like the Leaves To a New Summertime"

Now the winter comes down, I can't stand the chill

That comes to the streets around Christmas time

I'm buggered to damnation and I haven't got a penny

To wander the dark streets of London

And every time that I look on the first day of summer

Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT

And the drugged up psychos with death in their eyes

And how all of this really means nothing to me

And now the winter comes down, I can't stand the chill

That comes to the streets around Christmas time

I'm buggered to damnation and I haven't got a penny

To wander the dark streets of London

And every time that I look on the first day of summer

Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT

And the drugged up psychos with death in their eyes

And how all of this really means nothing to me

And now the winter comes down, I can't stand the chill

That comes to the streets around Christmas time

I'm buggered to damnation and I haven't got a penny

To wander the dark streets of London

To wander the dark streets of London

To wander the dark streets of London