Your old mother, she wants a stout
Thought about what's done is done
Your old mother, she wants a stout
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood
Thought about goin' home
To everybody on the street
From Willesden to Cricklewood
Let's hip-hop at traffic lights
We're alive and that's the one
There's people in doin' their thing
From Willesden to Cricklewood
Be a mad man on the street
Gettin' all the Mozzarella in
Where Rhinestone Cowboys find the blues
From Willesden to Cricklewood
I know it would be so cool
As I went it all looked good
Ten thumbs up and smilin' bright
Now you've got the absinthe out
From Willesden to Cricklewood
Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's
All the Aussie lagers are on me
Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's
The poor old crone's got achin' legs
All the Aussie lagers are on me
How I would love to speak
I tell you the town looked good
Words flyin' in cloudy rooms
I tell you the town looked good
Sing somethin' out like reet petite
And the passin' time and phassin' moons
Color, age and heavy vibes
Thought about my babies grown
Crossin' all the great divides
Plastic bags, milk and eggs
Just for once to break the rules
Walkin' lonely avenues
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood
Now you've got the absinthe out
From Willesden to Cricklewood
Come with me and be no good
