Walking down the sidewalk on a purple afternoon I was accosted by a barker playing a simple tune Upon his flute - toot toot toot toot Silver rain was falling down Upon the dirty ground of London Town People pass me by on my imaginary street Ordinary people it's impossible to meet Holding conversations that are always incomplete Well, I don't know Oh where are there places to go Someone somewhere has to know I don't know Out of work again the actor entertains his wife With the same old stories of his ordinary life Maybe he exaggerates the trouble and the strife Well, I don't know Oh, where are there places to go Someone somewhere has to know Crawling down the pavement on a Sunday afternoon I was arrested by a rozzer wearing a pink balloon About his foot - toot toot toot toot Silver rain was falling down Upon the dirty ground of London Town Someone somewhere has to know Silver rain was falling down Upon the dirty ground of London Town
Cafe on the left bank, ordinary wine Touching all the girls with your eyes Tiny crowd Of Frenchmen 'round a TV shop Watching Charles De Gaulle make a speech
Dancing after midnight, sprawling to the car Continental breakfast in the bar English-speaking people drinking German beer Talking far too loud for their ears
Cafe on the left bank, ordinary wine Touching all the girls with your eyes
Dancing after midnight, crawling to the car Cocktail waiters waiting in the bar English-speaking people drinking German beer Talking way too loud for their ears
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