Sitting on a park bench
Eying up little girls with bad
On Preston platform
Do your soft shoe shuffle dance
Brush away the
Who would be a poor man
A beggar man, a thief
If
In the shuffling madness
Of the locomotive breath
Runs the all time
As I did walk by Hampstead Fair
I came upon Mother
People, what have you done?
Locked him in his golden cage,
Well, the lush separation enfolds you
And the products of wealth
Push
Okay, this is up to me
One, two, three, four
Take you
When I was young and they packed me off to
Wond'ring aloud
How we feel today
Last night sipped the sunset
My hand