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 phassing 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 
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