Primrose Hill Lyrics - Singles - Mike Spine

Primrose Hill Primrose Hill I sit alone and drink your swill 

Primrose Hill Primrose Hill watching London gets its fill 

Of the sun of the sun the illusive northern sun 

Shown its face shown its face for first time in many days 

Shown its face first time in many days 

There's a boy shoots down the hill on a custom type big wheel 

It's all fun it's all laughs til he has to turn around 

The hipsters and hotties sit black hair walks and swings her hips 

Skinny legs and well endowed draws the eye of much the crowd 

Draws the eye of much the crowd 

Well the boys kick their balls as the frisbee discs sail on 

Dogs walk through the long grass in warm coats that can't be shed 

There are hundreds all around and there's millions in this town 

But I only know a few so I sing the Primrose blues 

Singing the Primrose Hill blues