Down the way from the Tottenham Court Road   Just 'round the corner from old Soho   There's a place where the publishers go   If you don't know which way to go      Just open your ears and follow your nose   'Cos the street is shakin' from the tapping of toes   You can hear that music play anytime on any day   Every rhythm, every way      You got to a publisher and play him your song   He says, "I hate your music and your hair is too long   But I'll sign you up because I'd hate to be wrong"   You've got a tune, it's in your head you want to get it placed      So you take it up to a music man just to see what he will say   He says, "I hate the tune, I hate the words but I'll tell you what I'll do   I'll sign you up and take it round the street and see if it makes the grade"   And you might even hear it played on the rock 'n' roll hit parade      Daytime, night time, every week you can hear that heavy beat   Now the walls are shaking from the tapping of feet   Daytime, night time, every day you can hear that music play   Every rhythm, every way