Lyrics Willesden To Cricklewood - Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros
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
Getting
all
the
mozzarella
in
And
the
passing
time
and
phasing
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
madman
on
the
street
Sing
something
out
like
reet
petite
Let's
hip
hop
at
traffic
lights
Ten
thumbs
up
and
smiling
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
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