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Camden Town - Suggs

There's a great crowd of tourists

And they're coming down the street

Pleased as punch with brand new

Doctor Marten's on their feet

Past stalls with leather jackets

Old bric-a-brac

Indian sunglasses

Or a Chinese bobble hat

Tramps stare in the window

Of the local butcher's shop

Like a pack of wild dogs

They'd run off with the lot

In Primrose Hill an angry man

His hair standing on end

Shouts and rants in the ear

Of his imaginary friend

In Camden Town I'll meet you

By the underground

In Camden Town we'll walk

There as the sun goes down

In Camden Town

In Camden Town you can do

Anything you want to

A drunken busker hits the pavement

Sending hot-dogs in the air

Towards a broken down bus

Full of people going nowhere

A string of Irish pubs

As far as you can see

Greek Indian Chinese

Or would you like a cup of tea

There's tapas fracas

Alcohol tobaccos

Bongs bongo bingo

Portuguese maracas

There's reggae in the jeggae

Music everywhere

Every kind of song and dance

Madness in the air

In Camden Town I'll meet you

By the underground

In Camden Town we'll walk

There as the sun goes down

In Camden Town

The tourists sing

Ooooh they sing

Ooooh sing up

Ooooh

And what's my name in invisible game

The two fat Americans interrupt their stay

They put down their bags

They were clamped and towed away

There's Turksh cakes designer fakes

Fathers dressed as nuns

Every kind of music here

The night has just begun

In Camden Town

I'll meet you

By the underground

In Camden Town we'll walk there

As the sun goes down

In Camden Town

In Camden Town you can do anything

You want to do

In Camden Town

In Camden Town

In Camden Town

In Camden Town