This is the of the Liberty Of Norton Folgate
Old Jack Norris, the shrimp and the cadging ramble...
A little bit of this, would you like a bit of
But in weather like this, you should wear a coat, a warm hat A needle and thread the stitches of time Battling Levinsky versus Jackie Bobbing and weaving, an line
So for step and both light on our feet We'll travel many along dim street
Would you like a bit of this, or a little bit of (Misses) A little bit of what you like does you no harm, you that The perpetual steady echo of the passing A continual dark river of In transience and in it's permanence But, when the streetlamp fills the gutter with So priceless items bought and sold
So step for step and both light on our We'll travel along dim silent street (together)
Once round Arnold Circus, and up Petticoat Lane Past the well of shadows, and once back again Arm in arm, with an air To the people stare Out of the windows we are living like kings And these will last forever
Cos sailors from Africa, and the archipelago of Malay Jump ship ragged and penniless into Shadwells Bay The Welsh and Irish wagtails, mothers of The music carousel enspilling out into bonfire light Sending half crazed shadows, giants dancing up the wall Of Mr Trumans beer factory, waving, bottles ten tall
one calls it Spitalfields, Whitechapel, Tower Hamlets Or Banglatown. We're all dancing in the moonlight, all On ground.
Oh, I'm just down to, I'm just floating down through Won't you come with me, to the of Norton Folgate But wait! What's Dan And the Limehouse
Purposefully walking nowhere, oh I'm happy floating about (Have a banana) On a afternoon, the stallholders all call and shout To in particular Avoiding people you know, just basking in you're own company The technicolour going by, but you're the lead in your own movie
Cos in the of Norton Folgate wild and free, in your second hand coat, Happy just to In this little of liberty A of everything you see
They're left and right Trying to you stuff you don't need or want And a smiling takes your hand And you in his Uncles restaurant (ee-yar, ee-yar, ee-yar)
There's a man trying hard to flog you moody DVDs You know? You've seen the film, it's black and white, it's got no And a man's pops up and down across your widescreen TV (Only a fiver) ('Ow much?) (Alright, two for quid) (Ee-yar, ee-yar, look, I'm it away) (Givin' it away!)
Cos in the Liberty of Folgate Walking wild and free, in your second coat, just to float In little piece of liberty You're a part of you see
There's the sturdy old fellows, pickpockets, dandy's, And night wanderers, the feeble, the ghastly, whom death Had a very sure hand, Some in and patches, Reeling inarticulate of noisy and inordinate vivacity That jars discordantly the ear And gives an aching sensation to both pair of (Noisy and vivacity)
Ohhhh ahhhhhh etc etc
In the was a fear of the immigrant In the beginning was a fear of the He's his way down to the dark riverside
In the was a fear of the immigrant In the beginning was a fear of the made his home there down by the dark riverside
Ohhhh ahhhhhh etc etc
He made his there down by the riverside They made their homes there by the riverside The city sprang up from the dark river
They made their home there down by the They made their homes down by the riverside The city sprang up from the dark mud of the say it again
(Ha ha ha, right)
'Cos in the Liberty of Norton wild and free And in your second coat just to float In this little of liberty Cos you're a of everything you see Yes, you're a part of you see
With a bit of this And a bit of that A little bit of what you does you no harm And you know
ahhhhhh ahhhhh etc etc (repeat to end)