Joe Strummer The Mescaleros Willesden To Cricklewood Lyrics

Willesden To Cricklewood Lyrics

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