London Town

Walking down the sidewalk on a purple afternoon

I was accosted by a barker, playing a simple tune

Upon his flute, toot toot toot toot



Silver rain was falling down

Upon the dirty ground of London Town



People pass me by on my imaginary street

Ordinary people it's impossible to meet

Holding conversations that are always incomplete

Well, I don't know



Oh, where are there places to go

Someone somewhere has to know, I don't know



Out of work again the actor entertains his wife

With the same old stories of his ordinary life

Maybe he exaggerates the trouble and the strife

Well, I don't know



Oh, where are there places to go

Someone somewhere has to know



Crawling down the pavement on a Sunday afternoon

I was arrested by a rozzer, wearing a pink balloon

About his foot, toot toot toot toot



Silver rain was falling down

Upon the dirty ground of London Town



Someone somewhere has to know

Silver rain was falling down

Upon the dirty ground of London