This is the story of the Of Norton Folgate
Old Jack Norris, the musical shrimp and the ramble...
A little bit of this, you like a bit of that
But in weather this, you should wear a coat, a nice warm hat A needle and the hand stitches of time Battling Levinsky Jackie Burk Bobbing and weaving, an line
So step for step and both light on our travel many along dim silent street
Would you a bit of this, or a little bit of that? (Misses) A little bit of what you like does you no harm, you know The perpetual echo of the passing beat A continual dark of people In it's transience and in it's But, the streetlamp fills the gutter with gold So many items bought and sold
So step for step and both light on our We'll travel many dim silent street (together)
Once round Circus, and up through Petticoat Lane Past the well of shadows, and back round again Arm in arm, an abstracted air To where the stare Out of the windows Because we are like kings And these will last forever
Cos sailors from Africa, China and the of Malay Jump ship ragged and penniless Shadwells Tiger Bay The Welsh and wagtails, mothers of midnight The music hall carousel out into bonfire light Sending half crazed shadows, giants up the brick wall Of Mr beer factory, waving, bottles ten feet tall
Whether one it Spitalfields, Whitechapel, Tower Hamlets Or Banglatown. We're all in the moonlight, we're all On ground.
Oh, I'm just walking down to, I'm just floating down Won't you come with me, to the Liberty of Norton But wait! that? Dan And the Limehouse
Purposefully nowhere, oh I'm happy just floating about (Have a banana) On a Sunday afternoon, the stallholders all call and To no-one in Avoiding people you know, you're just basking in you're own The technicolour going by, but you're the lead in your own movie
Cos in the Liberty of Norton Walking wild and free, in second hand coat, Happy just to In this taste of liberty A part of you see
They're coming left and Trying to you stuff you don't need or want And a smiling takes your hand And drags you in his Uncles (ee-yar, ee-yar, ee-yar)
There's a man trying hard to flog 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 your 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 Liberty of Folgate Walking wild and free, in your hand coat, just to float In little piece of liberty You're a part of you see
the sturdy old fellows, pickpockets, dandy's, extortioners And night wanderers, the feeble, the ghastly, upon whom Had placed a sure hand, Some in and patches, Reeling inarticulate full of and inordinate vivacity That jars upon the ear And gives an aching sensation to both of eyeballs (Noisy and vivacity)
Ohhhh ahhhhhh etc etc
In the was a fear of the immigrant In the was a fear of the immigrant He's made his way down to the dark
In the beginning was a of the immigrant In the was a fear of the immigrant He's made his home down by the dark riverside
Ohhhh ahhhhh etc etc
He made his there down by the riverside They made their there down by the riverside The sprang up from the dark river Thames
made their home there down by the riverside They their homes there down by the riverside The city sprang up from the dark mud of the I'll say it
(Ha ha ha, right)
'Cos in the Liberty of Folgate Walking wild and And in your second coat just to float In little taste of liberty Cos you're a part of you see Yes, you're a part of you see
a little bit of this And a little bit of A little bit of you like does you no harm And you that
Ohhhh ahhhhhh etc etc (repeat to end)