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