Piccadilly Rambler

I am the Piccadilly rambler the streets are my pillow
Up Shaftesbury avenue down Leicester Square
I roam and I rove over London's fair city 'till
Some jolly policeman says "Hey, piss off out of there!"

In a presinct or alleyway where the rain cannot find me
The cold wind and cold hearted leave my body alone
I sleep and I dream of my sweet independence
And the freedom I've squandered since I left my sad home

I'm Piccadilly rambler the streets are my pillow
Up Shaftesbury avenue down Leicester Square
I'll happily toast to your health and good fortune
So don't begrudge me a drink if you've a penny to spare
If you've a penny to spare