Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros Lyrics

10. Willesden To Cricklewood

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 
Gettin' all the mozzarella in 
And the passing time and passing 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 mad man on the street 
Sing something out like reet petite 
Let's hip-hop at traffic lights 
Ten thumbs up and smilin' bright 
Crossing all the great divides 
Colour,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

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