Song Lyrics

Down in Albion
Ah, they're black and blue
But we don't talk about that
Are you from 'round here?
How do you do?
I'd like to talk about that
Talk over
Gin in teacups
And leaves on the lawn
Violence in bus stops
And the pale thin girl with eyes forlorn

Aah, gin in teacups
And leaves on the lawn
Violence in dole queues
And the pale thin girl behind the checkout

But if you're looking for a cheap sort
Glint with perspiration
There's a four-mile queue
Outside the disused power station
Now come away, won't you come away
We'll go to
Deptford, Digbeth, Tuebrook
Anywhere in Albion

Yellowing classics
And canons at dawn
Coffee wallows and pith helmets
And oh an English sun

Yellowing classics
And canons at dawn
Coffee wallows and pith helmets
And oh an English sun

But if you're looking for a cheap sort
That's in false anticipation
It'll be waiting in the photo booth
At the railway station

Ah come away, won't you come away
We're going to
Watford, Enfields
Anywhere oh

If you're looking for a cheap sort
That's in false anticipation
It'll be waiting in the photo booth
At the underground station

Oh come away, won't you come away
We're going to

Peter Doherty