Piccadilly Rambler - Billy Bragg

I’m the Piccadilly Rambler

The streets are my pillow

Up Shaftesbury Avenue

Down Leicester Square

I roam and I rove over London’s fair city

'Til some jolly policeman says

«Hey, piss off outta there»

In a precinctal alleyway

Where the rain cannot find me

The cold wind and cold-hearted

Leave my body alone

I sleep and I dream

Of my sweet independence

And the freedom I’ve squandered

Since I left my sad home

I’m th Piccadilly Rambler

The streets are my pillow

Up Shaftsbury Avenue

Down Leicester Square

I’ll happily toast

To your health and good fortune

So don’t begrudge me a drink

If you’ve a penny to spare

If you’ve a penny to spare