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
 Getting all the mozzarella in
 And the passing time and phasing 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 madman on the street
 Sing something out like reet petite
 Let's hip hop at traffic lights
 Ten thumbs up and smiling 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