Lyrics:
J'suis pas dans la compet, pas le district
J'fais du shopping à Carnaby Street
J'suis pas dans la compet, pas le district
J'fais du shopping
Mor sa la meg ta deg med
Til London og en Carnaby jul
Eg vil vise deg gatene av brostein
Frå bøkene som Dickens skreiv
Du ska få helsa på
Dei som
the change
And buy clothes of today
Kids repel the change and
Bring back the street
Shops filled by whole nations
Carnaby street
Carnaby street
into life and soul
Just so happy to be here
Living life on Carnaby
Just so happy to be here
Living life on Carnaby
Mr Stephen and John Paul
Changed
Bees knees
Ooo
Queen of Carnaby
Absobloodylootely
You're a dedicated flower
Ooo
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
Ooo
Queen of Carnaby
Lovely crown
Keep pushing on to where I belong
To where I come alive
Goodbye Carnaby Road! - Where I lost my mind
Drove me out on my own - Left it all behind
Now
just nothing at all
The lights shine down Carnaby
But I can't help thinking they'd be so much brighter if you were with me
You're out in New York City
the weight you're carrying
I'd steal the lights from Carnaby
And hang them on our Christmas tree
And if that's not enough
I will just be here, my love
(Mmm)
We
con sé
La gente da Carnaby Street, da
King's Road, da Hyde Park
Da Piccadilly Circus?
Musica dove sei? Ti ho cercato un tempo
Musica dove sei?
Eri tu
Il drague, il boit
cigarette et puis s'en va
tissu carnaby
un homme exquis
un polar français
peut être en anglais
mais burt est de roubaix
Burt est
Winkle pickers kicking at the stones on the ground
Standing in the marketplace in Carnaby
Looning round before catching our red bus back to town
have Rarnaby Budge
By Charles Dikkens With
Two-K's The Well-Known-Dutch-Author
And perhaps, to save time
I should add we don't have Carnaby Fudge by
de Carnaby Street
De Woodstock? Oh, dis-moi
Longtemps après
Que reste-t-il de cette époque?
Qui a mis un peu de slow dans ton rock?
Il pleut sur London
it, if we all live together
As one big family
Down to Chinatown for duck and rice
Along Old Compton St, the boys are nice
On Carnaby you still can get
and unfortunately fell,
Screaming, two hundred feet into the rubble below!
(that was only one hundred feet, you carnaby cutie,
Let's hear another set!)
your money
I'm picturing you
With Manolos on your feet
Strutting cool down Carnaby Street
What a body
What a woman
Putty in your hand
All your one
your money
I'm picturing you
With Manolos on your feet
Strutting cool down Carnaby Street
What a body
What a woman
Putty in your hand
All your one
qualified to be your man
Maroon room, perfumes of Araby
Sineads in braids in shades of Carnaby
Now there's diplomas you can get in the mail
in the morning
Covered in coal dust
Waiting for the moment the canary sings
Mama was a mermaid
And a Carnaby Street gal
She could have been a model
Evil eye of Fletcher Carnaby comes
Lid heavy, his pace is slow
Slow paced, lid heavy and tired
Yes tired
Like the beaten-in head of a drum
carnaby excuses, I ran.
Like rent-a-driver
Insurance freeway
You can never tell
You can only drive because experience
Turns the corner now
See what
the guitar,
In seven days you could be strumming.
Be sociable, learn kissing technique.
Look out there's a monster coming!
Carnaby clothes, I reshaped
I lay fast awake, thinking back one hundred years
back to the summer of 1978
I'm not talking about the punk rock sold on Carnaby Street
but
on a psychedelic pink gobstopper
Cowboy hat, man that ain't no topper
His suit's as slick as a lick by Cropper
He's dressing like a Carnaby Street pill-popper
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