Dirty old river, must you keep rolling. Flowing into the night. People so busy, make me feel dizzy. Taxi light shines so bright And I don't need no friends. As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset.
Mum would shout and scream when dad would come home. Drunk. When she asked him where he'd been, he'd say "Up the. Clissold Arms". Chatting up some huzzy, but he didn't mean no harm. Sunday mornin
Bide my time, . Everything will be in line, . Mystic rhyme, . Nine and three and five are mine, . Memories, . Past, future, now, . Show me, . Just where man's destiny will lie. . Human race,
The natives are getting restless in the tropical heat. Work is scarce and children play while the dogs fight in the street. And in the hotels all the tourists dine on local fare. While the waiters