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 SINGIN'
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 E.C.T.
AND THE DRUGGED UP PSYCHOS
WITH DEATH IN THEIR EYES
AND 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 E.C.T.
AND THE DRUGGED UP PSYCHOS
WITH DEATH IN THEIR EYES
AND 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