| Lyrics: | Come take a walk in sunny South Kensington
Any day of the week.
See the girl with the silk
Chinese blouse on,
You know she ain't no freak.
Come loon soon down Cromwell Road,
man,
You got to spread your wings.
A-flip out, skip out, trip-out, and a-make your stand,
folks,
To dig me as I sing.
Jean-Paul Belmondo and-a Mary Quant got
Stoned to
say the least
Ginsberg, he ended up-a dry and so
He a-took a trip out East.
If I'm
a-late waitin' down the gate, it's such a 'raz' scene,
A groovy place to live.
In the
Portobella I met a fella with a cane umbrella,
Who must've used a sieve.
So come
loon soon down Cromwell Road, man,
You got to spread your wings.
A-flip out, skip out,
trip-out and a-make your stand, folks,
To dig me as I sing.
Hmm, hmm, hmm.
Come
take a walk in sunny South Kensington
Any day of the week.
Come see the girl with the silk
Chinese blouse on,
You know she ain't no freak.
If I'm a-late waitin' down the gate, it's
such a 'raz' scene,
A groovy place to live.
In the Portobella I met a fella with a cane
umbrella,
Who must've used a sieve.
Jean-Paul Belmondo and-a Mary Quant
got
Stoned to say the least
Ginsberg, he ended up-a dry and so
He a-took a trip out
East.
Hmm, hmm, hmm.
Come loon soon down Cromwell Road, man,
You got, you got to
spread your wings, yeah.
See the girl with the silk Chinese blouse on, yeah,
You know she
ain't no freak, hmm, hmm |
