Camden Town Lyrics - Lone Ranger - Suggs

Sing up tourists, sing 

There's a great crowd of tourists and they're coming down the street 

Pleased as punch with brand new Doctor Marten's on their feet 

Past stalls with leather jackets, old bric-a-brac 

Indian sunglasses or a Chinese bobble hat 

Tramps stare in the window of the local butcher's shop 

Like a pack of wild dogs they'd run off with the lot 

In Primrose Hill, an angry man his hair standing on end 

Shouts and rants in the ear of his imaginary friend 

In Camden Town I'll meet you by the underground 

In Camden Town we'll walk there as the sun goes down 

In Camden Town 

In Camden Town you can do anything you want to 

A drunken busker hits the pavement, sending hot-dogs in the air 

Towards a broken down bus full of people going nowhere 

A string of Irish pubs as far as you can see 

Greek, Indian, Chinese or would you like a cup of tea? 

There's tapas, fracas, alcohol, tobaccos 

Bongs, bongo bingo, Portuguese maracas 

There's reggae in the jeggae, music everywhere 

Every kind of song and dance, madness in the air 

In Camden Town I'll meet you by the underground 

In Camden Town we'll walk there as the sun goes down 

In Camden Town 

The tourists sing 

Oh, they sing 

Oh, sing up 

Oh 

And what's my name in invisible game? 

The two fat Americans interrupt their stay 

They put down their bags, they were clamped and towed away 

There's Turkish cakes, designer fakes, fathers dressed as nuns 

Every kind of music here, the night has just begun 

In Camden Town I'll meet you by the underground 

In Camden Town we'll walk there as the sun goes down 

In Camden Town 

In Camden Town you can do anything you want to do 

In Camden Town 

In Camden Town 

In Camden Town 

In Camden Town