From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
Walkin' lonely avenues
Where Rhinestone Cowboys find the blues

There's people in doin' their thing
Gettin' all the Mozzarella in
And the passin' time and phassin' moons
Words flyin' in cloudy rooms

Plastic bags, milk and eggs
The poor old crone's got achin' 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
Come with me and be no good
Be a mad man on the street
Sing somethin' out like reet petite

Let's hip-hop at traffic lights
Ten thumbs up and smilin' bright
Crossin' all the great divides
Color, age and heavy vibes

From Willesden to Cricklewood
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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 goin' 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

Songwriter(s): Antony Genn
Copyright: Emi Music Publishing Ltd
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