Lyrics:
As I was going to Aylesbury all on a market day A pretty little Aylesbury girl I met upon the way Her business was to market with butter, cheese
Oh, to be in Aylesbury with the sun on your face and a knife in your back. You've been telling other muso’s my attitude stinks and my songs are all
road I said I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll take the low road On the bass guitar, the backing vocal, from aylesbury mr. peter trawavas! I said you, you, you,
and Bush I was on the block with fiends I was on the block with cats Man weren’t following dreams man was following racks Huntercombe in my teens Aylesbury
dna resides on Aylesbury Portland Street South East Seventeen No felonies Just your Jealousy What you telling me What you telling me Chatty patties
through hell But man It feels good to be alive I went for a midday walk 'cause I just don't own a car Getting out in that Aylesbury weather well I didn't
Franky not Pharrell I've been in and out of prison Mummy feeling like she failed I did my 21st in Aylesbury Eighteen down the block in Felts I turned sweet
with a sad voice All them years I wasted for a pound coin I was in the dungeon when I wrote my first tape Aylesbury YOI where the killers dem stay Banged
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