Living on the side    Of Primrose Hill   Drinking cans of Tennants    Just can't seem to get my fill   Got a beat up guitar    And a dirty old sleeping bag   And this mangy dog    Whose tail don't wag   Sun's been shining down   On my hillside bed   That's not the only reason   My face is so red   This nasty cut on my nose   Is not from no fight   I just fell down yesterday   Or maybe it was last night   And I used to sing and play   Down in the underground   But a few years back    They started cracking down   Now I'm living on the side   Of Primrose Hill   I'm no tourist attraction   But I give them a thrill      Yeah I see you    Riding by on your flash bicycle   Yeah they can do you for that on Primrose Hill   A pretty young mother goes by   She's pushing her pram   Her little baby leans out   Just to see what I am   From the top of the hill   There's a hell of a view   Houses of Parliament and London Zoo   Those politicians all chatter   They trumpet and roar   That must be what those hyenas all   Are laughing for   When you come up to London   It sure is something to see   It's somewhere to go   But it's no place to be   And there's two things    Keeping me from going 'round the bend   I got my music    And this dog for a friend      'Cause life gets slippery   When you're living on the side   Yeah I know I should quit drinking   But I haven't even tried   My mutt's licking my fingers   And I'm wetting my lips   I got a can of extra strong   And a bag of chicken and chips   If I had a little money   I'd get a few things   Like a bottle of vodka   And a pack of new guitar strings   I guess I could die here   On the side of this hill   I'm no tourist attraction   But I'd give them a chill   And I'm living on the side   Of Primrose Hill   Drinking cans of Tennants   Just can't seem to get my fill   Got a beat up guitar    And dirty old sleeping bag   This mangy dog    Whose tail won't wag