Primrose Hill

Primrose Hill (Capo 2) [Verse] Living on the side of Primrose Hill Drinking cans of Tennants just can’t seem to get my fill Got a beat up guitar and a dirty old sleeping bag And this mangy dog whose tail don’t wag Sun’s been shining down on my hillside bed That’s not the only reason my face is so red This nasty cut on my nose is not from no fight I just fell down yesterday or maybe it was last night I used to sing and play down in the underground But a few years back they started cracking down Now I’m living on the side of Primrose Hill I’m no tourist attraction but I give them a thrill [interlude] Yeah I see you riding by on your flash bicycle Yeah they can do you for that on Primrose Hill A pretty young mother goes by she’s pushing her pram Her little baby leans out just to see what I am From the top of the hill there’s a hell of a view Houses of Parliament and London Zoo Those politicians all chatter they trumpet and roar That must be what those hyenas all are laughing for When you come up to London it sure is something to see It’s somewhere to go but it’s no place to be And there’s two things keeping me from going ’round the bend I got my music and this dog for a friend [interlude] ’Cause life gets slippery when you’re living on the side Yeah I know I should quit drinking but I haven’t even tried My mutt’s licking my fingers and I’m wetting my lips I got a can of extra strong and a bag of chicken and chips If I had little money I’ get few things Like a bottle of vodka and a pack of new guitar strings I guess I could die here on the side of this hill I’m no tourist attraction but I’d give them a chill And I’m living on the side Of Primrose Hill Drinking cans of Tennants Just can’t seem to get my fill Got a beat up guitar And dirty old sleeping bag This mangy dog Whose tail won’t wag