I love Lambeth

I try to breathe

I try to breathe

But all I get

Is a lung full of fumes

From an old Chevette.

This cold's been hanging around for years

I try to eat.

I try to eat

But all I can buy

Is a piece of tough meat

That's red with the dye

This cold's been hanging around for years

I love Lambeth

With all the dirt on the streets

There's no better place for your feet

If you were a beetle

Or if you were a tsetse fly

This would be heaven

I need some space

I need some space

But in the day

The streets are all crowded

For a long holiday

These kids've been hanging around for years.

And I love Lambeth

With all the poison in the air

There's no better place for your hair

If you were a lizard

Or Telly Savalas

This would be heaven

I need a walk

I need a walk but wherever I go

There's the smell of the putrid

And the feel of a hole

This pain's been hanging around for years

I love Lambeth

With all the mud on its face

For romance there's no better place

If you were a hydra

Or the Bishop of Durham

This would be heaven