This is the of the Liberty Of Norton Folgate
Old Jack Norris, the shrimp and the cadging ramble...
A little bit of this, you like a bit of that
But in like this, you should wear a coat, a nice warm hat A needle and thread the stitches of time Battling Levinsky Jackie Burk Bobbing and weaving, an invisible
So step for step and both light on our We'll many along dim silent street
Would you like a bit of this, or a bit of that? (Misses) A little bit of what you does you no harm, you know that The perpetual steady echo of the passing A dark river of people In transience and in it's permanence But, when the fills the gutter with gold So priceless items bought and sold
So step for step and both light on our We'll travel many along dim silent (together)
Once round Circus, and up through Petticoat Lane Past the of shadows, and once back round again Arm in arm, an abstracted air To where the stare Out of the upstairs we are living like kings And these will last forever
Cos sailors from Africa, China and the archipelago of Jump ship and penniless into Shadwells Tiger Bay The Welsh and wagtails, mothers of midnight The music hall carousel enspilling out into bonfire Sending half crazed shadows, giants dancing up the wall Of Mr Trumans factory, waving, bottles ten feet tall
Whether one calls it Spitalfields, Whitechapel, Tower Or Banglatown. all dancing in the moonlight, we're all On ground.
Oh, I'm walking down to, I'm just floating down through Won't you come me, to the Liberty of Norton Folgate But wait! that? Dan And the Limehouse
walking nowhere, oh I'm happy just floating about (Have a banana) On a afternoon, the stallholders all call and shout To in particular Avoiding you know, you're just basking in you're own company The technicolour world's going by, but the lead in your own movie
Cos in the Liberty of Norton wild and free, in your second hand coat, Happy just to In this little of liberty A of everything you see
They're coming left and Trying to flog you you don't need or want And a chap takes your hand And drags you in his restaurant (ee-yar, ee-yar, ee-yar)
There's a Chinese man trying hard to you moody DVDs You know? You've seen the film, it's black and white, got no sound And a man's head up and down Right across widescreen TV (Only a fiver) ('Ow much?) (Alright, two for quid) (Ee-yar, ee-yar, look, I'm it away) (Givin' it away!)
Cos in the of Norton Folgate wild and free, in your second hand coat, Happy to float In this little piece of You're a part of you see
the sturdy old fellows, pickpockets, dandy's, extortioners And night wanderers, the feeble, the ghastly, whom death Had a very sure hand, in shreds and patches, Reeling inarticulate full of noisy and inordinate That jars upon the ear And gives an aching sensation to both of eyeballs (Noisy and vivacity)
Ohhhh ahhhhh etc etc
In the beginning was a of the immigrant In the beginning was a of the immigrant He's made his way to the dark riverside
In the was a fear of the immigrant In the beginning was a fear of the made his home there down by the dark riverside
Ohhhh ahhhhh etc etc
He made his home down by the riverside They their homes there down by the riverside The city sprang up the dark river Thames
They made home there down by the riverside They made their there down by the riverside The city up from the dark mud of the Thames say it again
(Ha ha ha, right)
'Cos in the of Norton Folgate Walking and free And in your hand coat just to float In little taste of liberty Cos you're a of everything you see Yes, a part of everything you see
a little bit of this And a little bit of A bit of what you like does you no harm And you know
ahhhhhh ahhhhh etc etc (repeat to end)