Lyrics:
Nickerson
McQueen related how the project came about
"Me and my daughter were shopping in
London at Dover Street Market
And I got a phone call
From Kanye
the accent
They say home is where the heart is
But that's not where mine lives
You know I love a London boy
I enjoy walking Camden Market in
Market where the costers cry.
Cockney feet mark the beat of history.
Every street pins a memory down.
Nothing ever can quite replace
The grace
Garden Market where the costers cry.
Cockney feet
Mark the beat of history.
Every street
Pins a memory down.
Nothing ever can quite replace
Garden Market where the costers cry.
Cockney feet
Mark the beat of history.
Every street
Pins a memory down.
Nothing ever can quite replace
Across the street from the
Kensington Market in London
"Peaches En Regalia" That's one of six
Rock 'n roll concertos from an
Album called Hot Rats hot
you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks
I'm an industrial cunt
( There's an emergency at Dover's Street Market everyday)
I'm an industrial cunt
I'm an industrial cunt
Wasteland river
Wasteland
you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks
Market where the coasters cry.
Cockney feet mark the beat of history.
Every street pins a memory down.
Nothing ever can quite replace
The grace
Garden Market where the costers cry.
Cockney feet
Mark the beat of history.
Every street
Pins a memory down.
Nothing ever can quite replace
by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something
To make you change your mind.
Have you seen the old girl who walks
will be.
Woa, Liza,
See the coster barrows,
Vegetable marrows
And the fruit piled high.
Woa, Liza,
Little London sparrows,
Covent Garden Market where
London's love surrounds me, everywhere.
(Chorus)
London's embrace, a feeling so divine,
A love that's timeless, truly mine.
With every cobblestone street
of the streets,
A symphony of movement, that never retreats.
(Chorus)
London's pulse, a beat that's strong and true,
A city of diversity, with something for me
Perpendicular, hanging on a cable car
San Francisco, let me beat my feet
Up and down Market Street
I'm gonna climb Nob Hill, just to watch it get dark
From
From the rolling hills of the Cotswolds green,
To London’s streets where history’s seen.
Stonehenge’s ancient stones, secrets they keep,
In
to Parsons in New York, got good eye
I know I love her, only saw her two times
I met her at Dover Street Market, good eye
Ayo, even if my name was Natalie
the hand,
and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something, to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl, who walks the streets
the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something
To make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets
And the black gold started flowing
Just like Boston tea
It was the summer of the riots
And London suffered sweltering heat
And the gangs of Mini Coopers
shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen
bright
Creativity in the fight
Carnaby Street fashion bold
Rich get richer tales old
Markets buzz with tales untold
Dreams in glitter paved in gold
you by the hand
and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind
In the all night cafe, at a quarter
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