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Willesden To Cricklewood - Joe Strummer/The Mescaleros

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 mad man 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