Willesden To Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
Walking lonely avenues
Where rhinestone cowboys find the blues
There's people in doing their thing
Gettin' all the mozzarella in
And the passing time and phassing moons
Words flying in cloudy rooms
Plastic bags, milk and eggs
The poor old crone's got aching legs
How I would love to speak
To everybody on the street
Just for once to break the rules
I know it would be so cool
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood
Come with me and be no good
Be a mad man on the street
Sing something out like reet petite
Let's hip-hop at traffic lights
Ten thumbs up and smilin' bright
Crossing all the great divides
Color, age and heavy vibes
From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood
Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's
All the Aussie lagers are on me
Now you've got the Absinthe out
Your old mother, she wants a stout
From Willesden to Cricklewood
As I went it all looked good
Thought about my babies grown
Thought about going home
Thought about what's done is done
We're alive and that's the one
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood
Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's
All the Aussie lagers are on me
Now you've got the Absinthe out
Your old mother, she wants a stout
From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood
De Willesden a Cricklewood
De Willesden a Cricklewood
Te digo que a cidade estava boa
Caminhando por avenidas solitárias
Onde cowboys de strass encontram o blues
Tem gente fazendo suas coisas
Pegando toda a mussarela
E o tempo passando e as luas mudando
Palavras voando em quartos nublados
Sacolas plásticas, leite e ovos
A velha coitada tá com as pernas doendo
Como eu adoraria conversar
Com todo mundo na rua
Só uma vez pra quebrar as regras
Eu sei que seria tão legal
De Willesden a Cricklewood
De Willesden a Cricklewood
De Willesden a Cricklewood
Vem comigo e não seja bom
Seja um maluco na rua
Cante algo como reet petite
Vamos dançar no sinal
Dez polegares pra cima e sorrisos brilhantes
Atravessando todas as grandes divisões
Cor, idade e vibrações pesadas
De Willesden a Cricklewood
Te digo que a cidade estava boa
De Willesden a Cricklewood
De Willesden a Cricklewood
Oh, vamos descer até o Al Rashid
Todas as cervejas australianas são por minha conta
Agora que você trouxe a absinto
Sua velha mãe quer uma stout
De Willesden a Cricklewood
Enquanto eu ia, tudo parecia bom
Pensei nos meus filhos crescidos
Pensei em voltar pra casa
Pensei que o que tá feito, tá feito
Estamos vivos e isso é o que importa
De Willesden a Cricklewood
De Willesden a Cricklewood
Oh, vamos descer até o Al Rashid
Todas as cervejas australianas são por minha conta
Agora que você trouxe a absinto
Sua velha mãe quer uma stout
De Willesden a Cricklewood
Te digo que a cidade estava boa
De Willesden a Cricklewood
De Willesden a Cricklewood