Primrose Hill

Primrose Hill Primrose Hill I sit alone and drink your swill
Primrose Hill Primrose Hill watching London gets its fill
Of the sun of the sun the illusive northern sun
Shown its face shown its face for first time in many days
Shown its face first time in many days

There's a boy shoots down the hill on a custom type big wheel
It's all fun it's all laughs til he has to turn around
The hipsters and hotties sit black hair walks and swings her hips
Skinny legs and well endowed draws the eye of much the crowd
Draws the eye of much the crowd

Well the boys kick their balls as the frisbee discs sail on
Dogs walk through the long grass in warm coats that can't be shed
There are hundreds all around and there's millions in this town
But I only know a few so I sing the Primrose blues
Singing the Primrose Hill blues