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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