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, gettin' all the mozzarella in
And the passing time and phassing 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 smilin' 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