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Hello, good evening |
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And welcome to nothing much |
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A no holds barred half nelson |
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And the loving touch |
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The comfort and the joy |
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Of feeling lost |
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With the only living boy |
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In New Cross |
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Fill another suitcase |
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With another hall |
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Of hotel towels and toothpaste |
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And the bathroom wall |
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Then wipe the lipstick hearts and flowers |
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From the glass and chrome |
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Take five or six hot showers |
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And come on home |
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To the comfort and the joy |
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Of feeling lost |
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With the only living boy |
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In New Cross |
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I've teamed up with the hippies now |
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I've got my fringe unfurled |
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I want to give peace, love and kisses out |
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To this whole stinking world |
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The gypsies, the travelers and the thieves |
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The good, the bad, the average and unique |
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The grebos, the crusties and the goths |
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And the only living boy in New Cross |
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Eyes down and I'll keep you up to date |
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Two fat ladies in 1988 |
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The safe sixteen lovers who lied |
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Purley's queen and mother makes five |
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Butchered bakers, deaf and dumb waiters |
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Marble Arch criminals and clause 28'ers |
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Authers, authors, plastered outcasts |
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Locked up daughter, rock and roll stars |
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Goodbye Rudy, David and Rosie |
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Abraham and Julianne |
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And everyone that knows me |
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The gypsies, the travelers and the thieves |
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The good, the bad, the average and unique |
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The grebos, the crusties and you and I |
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Hello, good evening, welcome |
