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Willesden to Cricklewood Songtext
von Joe Strummer & the Mescaleros

Willesden to Cricklewood Songtext

From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
Walking lonely avenues
Where rhinestone cowboys find the blues

There's people in doing their thing
Getting all the mozzarella in
And the passing time and phasing moons
Words flying in cloudy rooms

Plastic bags, milk, and eggs
The poor old crone's got aching legs
How I would love to speak
To everybody on the street

Just for once to break the rules
I know it would be so cool
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood


From Willesden to Cricklewood
Come with me and be no good
Be a madman on the street
Sing something out like reet petite

Let's hip hop at traffic lights
Ten thumbs up and smiling bright
Crossing all the great divides
Color, age, and heavy vibes

From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood

Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's
All the Aussie lagers are on me
Now you've got the absinthe out
Your old mother, she wants a stout

From Willesden to Cricklewood
As I went, it all looked good
Thought about my babies grown
Thought about going home


Thought about what's done is done
We're alive and that's the one
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood

Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's
All the Aussie lagers are on me
Now you've got the Absinthe out
Your old mother, she wants a stout

From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood

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