This is the of the Liberty Of Norton Folgate
Old Jack Norris, the musical and the cadging ramble...
A little bit of this, you like a bit of that
But in weather this, you should wear a coat, a nice warm hat A needle and the hand stitches of time Battling Levinsky Jackie Burk Bobbing and weaving, an invisible
So for step and both light on our feet We'll many along dim silent street
you like a bit of this, or a little bit of that? (Misses) A bit of what you like does you no harm, you know that The steady echo of the passing beat A dark river of people In transience and in it's permanence But, when the streetlamp fills the gutter with So many priceless bought and sold
So step for step and both light on our We'll travel many along dim silent (together)
round Arnold Circus, and up through Petticoat Lane Past the well of shadows, and back round again Arm in arm, an abstracted air To where the stare Out of the upstairs we are living like kings And these days will last
Cos from Africa, China and the archipelago of Malay Jump ship ragged and penniless Shadwells Tiger Bay The Welsh and wagtails, mothers of midnight The music hall carousel enspilling out into light half crazed shadows, giants dancing up the brick wall Of Mr Trumans factory, waving, bottles ten feet tall
Whether one it Spitalfields, Whitechapel, Tower Hamlets Or Banglatown. We're all dancing in the moonlight, all On ground.
Oh, I'm just walking down to, I'm just down through you come with me, to the Liberty of Norton Folgate But wait! What's Dan And the golem
Purposefully walking nowhere, oh I'm happy just floating (Have a banana) On a Sunday afternoon, the stallholders all and shout To no-one in Avoiding you know, you're just basking in you're own company The world's going by, but you're the lead in your own movie
Cos in the of Norton Folgate Walking wild and free, in second hand coat, Happy just to In this taste of liberty A part of you see
coming left and right Trying to flog you stuff you don't need or And a smiling chap takes your And drags you in his restaurant (ee-yar, ee-yar, ee-yar)
There's a Chinese man trying to flog you moody DVDs You know? You've seen the film, it's black and white, got no sound And a man's pops up and down Right your widescreen TV (Only a fiver) ('Ow much?) (Alright, two for quid) (Ee-yar, ee-yar, look, I'm it away) (Givin' it away!)
Cos in the Liberty of Folgate Walking wild and free, in your hand coat, Happy just to In this little of liberty You're a part of you see
the sturdy old fellows, pickpockets, dandy's, extortioners And wanderers, the feeble, the ghastly, upon whom death Had placed a sure hand, in shreds and patches, Reeling inarticulate full of noisy and vivacity That jars upon the ear And gives an aching sensation to both of eyeballs (Noisy and vivacity)
ahhhhhh ahhhhh etc etc
In the beginning was a of the immigrant In the beginning was a of the immigrant He's made his way down to the dark
In the beginning was a of the immigrant In the beginning was a fear of the He's made his home there by the dark riverside
Ohhhh ahhhhh etc etc
He made his there down by the riverside They made their homes down by the riverside The city up from the dark river Thames
They made their home down by the riverside They made their homes there by the riverside The city up from the dark mud of the Thames say it again
(Ha ha ha, right)
'Cos in the of Norton Folgate Walking wild and And in your hand coat just to float In this little taste of Cos you're a part of you see Yes, you're a part of you see
With a bit of this And a bit of that A little bit of what you does you no harm And you know
Ohhhh ahhhhhh etc etc (repeat to end)