Well I was walkin' around feelin' lost   Wonderin' what to do   Tourists everywhere   With no time to spare   I was feelin' lonesome and blue      I looked around in the paper   For the sights to see   It seemed a little absurd   I thought, oh my word   I'm goin' to a jamboree      She's the bluegrass fiddler of London   Up north in Kentish Town   For the music that's so fine   Head on up to the Vine   For a taste of that old-time sound      Now I got nothin' against the punk rockers,   The hot-town women with the belly button rings   But when I just got to let loose   I hop on the caboose   To listen to them old fiddle strings      She's the bluegrass fiddler of London   Up north in Kentish Town   For the music that's so fine   Head on up to the Vine   For a taste of that old-time sound      Soon I'll head back to Massachusetts   Though I'll be sorry to part   Now I loved that beans and toast   But what I'll remember most   Was how that fiddle warmed my lonely heart      She's the bluegrass fiddler of London   Up north in Kentish Town   For the music that's so fine   Head on up to the Vine   For a taste of that old-time sound