Willesden To Cricklewood Lyrics - Joe Strummer And The Mescaleros

From Willesden to Cricklewood 

I tell you the town looked good 

Walkin' lonely avenues 

Where Rhinestone Cowboys find the blues 

There's people in doin' their thing 

Gettin' all the Mozzarella in 

And the passin' time and phassin' moons 

Words flyin' in cloudy rooms 

Plastic bags, milk and eggs 

The poor old crone's got achin' legs 

How I would love to speak 

To everybody on the street 

Just for once to break the rules 

I know it would be so cool 

From Willesden to Cricklewood 

From Willesden to Cricklewood 

Come with me and be no good 

Be a mad man on the street 

Sing somethin' out like reet petite 

Let's hip-hop at traffic lights 

Ten thumbs up and smilin' bright 

Crossin' all the great divides 

Color, age and heavy vibes 

From Willesden to Cricklewood 

I tell you the town looked good 

From Willesden to Cricklewood 

From Willesden to Cricklewood 

Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's 

All the Aussie lagers are on me 

Now you've got the absinthe out 

Your old mother, she wants a stout 

From Willesden to Cricklewood 

As I went it all looked good 

Thought about my babies grown 

Thought about goin' home 

Thought about what's done is done 

We're alive and that's the one 

From Willesden to Cricklewood 

From Willesden to Cricklewood 

Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's 

All the Aussie lagers are on me 

Now you've got the absinthe out 

Your old mother, she wants a stout 

From Willesden to Cricklewood 

I tell you the town looked good 

From Willesden to Cricklewood 

From Willesden to Cricklewood