Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros
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 passing 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 Colour,age,and heavy vibes Songtexte
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 abour 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
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