Cold, cold Smithdown Road Hi-ho, Smithdown Road That's where I went when I left home Still living in a hole in Smithdown Road Down past The Boundary, slip straight past The Albany My wheels keep spinning round and round Past dead men lying in the ground Cold, cold Smithdown Road Hi-ho, Smithdown Road That's where I went when I left home Still living in a hole in Smithdown Road At least it leads to Sefton Park That's just the distance you can walk Away from all those charity shops where bleeding hearts can be forgot My bike's a speeding blur to see Red traffic lights my enemy My wheels keep spinning round and round Round and round and round and round