Down in Albion

Ah, they're black and blue

But we don't talk about that

Are you from 'round here?

How do you do?

I'd like to talk about that

Talk over

Gin in teacups

And leaves on the lawn

Violence in bus stops

And pale thin girl with eyes forlorn

Aah, gin in teacups

And leaves on the lawn

Violence in dole queues

And pale thin girl behind the checkout

But if you're looking for a cheap sort

Glint with perspiration

There's a four-mile queue

Outside the disused power station

Now come away, won't you come away

We'll go to

Deptford, Digby...

Anywhere in Albion

Yellowing classics

And canons at dawn

But if you're looking for a cheap sort

That's in false anticipation

It'll be waiting in the photo booth

At the railway station

Ah come away, won't you come away

We're going to...

Watford, London Fields

Anywhere oh

If you're looking for a cheap sort

That's in false anticipation

It'll be waiting in the photo booth

At the underground station

Oh come away, won't you come away

We're going to...