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