TIM I take a right down Bateman, I'm straightening my tie
Lights crawling out the window of The Lorelei
A rickshaw bell is ringing, d'ya know what those things cost?
It's giving me a headache but without it I'd be lost
I'm turning a corner as I spot another chain
This place don't stop changing, but it's always been the same.
TIM & GARY So kneel below that scary neon glow
And wave hello to strangers as you go
TIM The Streets are paved with gold, though coppers all you know So they raise the parking rate, then they really clamp your soul But the thought police are beat when we're
TIM & GARY Singing in the street, singing in the street, singing in the street
GARY Where everyone called Tony is a captain of a ship
Bar Italia to Gino's, Pulcinella, Sunset Strip
Let's hear it for the ladies, give 'em all a serenade
Queen Bergonzi, Lady Lewis, Mrs. Earnshaw, Madame Wade
You've never seen such heroes in a square mile stretch
So don't miss a chance to dance in this Toulouse Lautrec Sketch
TIM & GARY Just kneel below that friendly neon glow
And wave hello to strangers that you'll know
TIM The Streets are paved with gold, though coppers all you know So they raise the parking rate, then they really clamp your soul But the thought police are beat when we're
TIM & GARY Singing in the street, singing in the street, singing in the street
TIM You'll see the pennies begged for as often as they're spent
GARY You'll see the gap get smaller between a scoundrel and a gent
TIM Where every day's the worst day of at least one person's life
GARY Where every day's the best day of at least one person's life
TIM & GARY I kneel below my favourite neon glow
And wave hello to our friends we used to know
They're singing in the street.
They're singing in the street.
They're singing in the street.
They're singing in... the street.