This is the of the Liberty Of Norton Folgate
Old Jack Norris, the musical shrimp and the ramble...
A little bit of this, you like a bit of that
But in weather like this, you should wear a coat, a nice hat A needle and the hand stitches of time Battling versus Jackie Burk Bobbing and weaving, an invisible
So step for step and light on our feet We'll travel many dim silent street
Would you like a bit of this, or a bit of that? (Misses) A little bit of what you like does you no harm, you that The perpetual steady echo of the passing A continual dark of people In it's transience and in permanence But, when the streetlamp the gutter with gold So many priceless items and sold
So step for step and both on our feet We'll many along dim silent street (together)
Once round Arnold Circus, and up through Petticoat Past the of shadows, and once back round again Arm in arm, with an air To where the people Out of the windows Because we are living kings And these days last forever
Cos sailors Africa, China and the archipelago of Malay Jump ship ragged and into Shadwells Tiger Bay The Welsh and wagtails, mothers of midnight The music hall enspilling out into bonfire light half crazed shadows, giants dancing up the brick 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 you come with me, to the Liberty of Norton Folgate But wait! What's Dan And the Limehouse
Purposefully nowhere, oh I'm happy just floating about (Have a banana) On a afternoon, the stallholders all call and shout To no-one in Avoiding people you know, you're just in you're own company The technicolour world's going by, but you're the lead in your own
Cos in the Liberty of Norton Walking wild and free, in your hand coat, Happy just to In little taste of liberty A of everything you see
They're coming and right Trying to you stuff you don't need or want And a smiling takes your hand And drags you in his 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 head pops up and down Right 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 second hand coat, just to float In this little of liberty You're a of everything you see
There's the sturdy old fellows, pickpockets, dandy's, And night wanderers, the feeble, the ghastly, upon whom Had placed a very hand, Some in and patches, Reeling inarticulate full of noisy and inordinate That jars upon the ear And gives an aching sensation to pair of eyeballs (Noisy and vivacity)
Ohhhh ahhhhhh etc etc
In the beginning was a of the immigrant In the beginning was a fear of the He's made his way down to the dark
In the was a fear of the immigrant In the was a fear of the immigrant made his home there down by the dark riverside
Ohhhh ahhhhh etc etc
He his home there down by the riverside They made their homes there down by the The city sprang up from the dark Thames
They made home there down by the riverside made their homes there down by the riverside The city up from the dark mud of the Thames I'll say it
(Ha ha ha, right)
'Cos in the Liberty of Folgate Walking wild and And in your hand coat Happy to float In this little of liberty Cos you're a part of you see Yes, you're a part of you see
With a little bit of And a little bit of A little bit of what you like does you no And you that
Ohhhh ahhhhh etc etc (repeat to end)