作曲 : Friedberger, Friedberger
Can I feel useless and low? 
Could I hide a chain of gold from your eyes? 
Sandy thinks he knows the trade, the game, the plays, the ways 
I made. Do you believe in the first way to lend a hand? 
It's a second chance you never planned 
Just a close encounter that comes to mind 
A rummage sale you barely find 
And it's sold, you better believe it's freezing cold. 
When it's sold, you'd better believe it's freezing cold 
Oh Whitehall, 
Whitehall women rejoice 
Tell us we're the ones with the most 
And hear the sounds of our voices. 
We've been waiting for our host 
Brixton bunnies come in 
We can see the state you're in 
Nothing like a smiling face 
Oh what a waste you've been. 
Clapham clowns stop your frowning 
Let it go you're not alone 
The river may keep you drowning 
But south is only a home 
South is only a home