Living on the side of Primrose Hill
Drinking cans of Tennents
Just can't seem to get my fill
Got a beat-up guitar and a dirty old sleeping bag
And this manger 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,
it's 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
Hey,
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,
there 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 mud's licking
my fingers And I'm wetting my lips
Without 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 tenants 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 won't wag