Piccadilly dally Lyrics

Would Eve like apple juice

Piccadilly dallying we're all up in arms

I think times have changed

But kids still take pictures of sunsets on highstreets

Snogging kills

Pickles on the pavement and cream on the till

Do you want to go watch a film

Sliding down the banisters crash into the cupboard

Hammersmith and city sudoku

Doc martins kick wheelie bins while your mate's inside

We'll shop at Harrods one day

Hands full of marzipan a suitcase full of jams

Strut over to the savoy

In my evening gown and fine cigar I'll stomp the place down

Digestive or digestifs

Apparently aperitifs do not go well with tea

For your all day

Here for a while and for all you can't say

Piccadilly dote on me

up till I trip up on Oxford Street

There's this awful feeling

it wasn't quite as bad back then

I'm privy to earl grey and channel 3

But I'm too young to grow old

Portobello in heaven

Second hand halo that fell off a van

I'm beyond your charm

You can't fool me with fairy lights or tinsel tangled arms

You resemble nothing

Hold my hand on Hampstead heath and kiss me on the kerb

There's a tree on a hill

Tethered to the tire swing it's hotter than the sun

It's too cold for ice cream

A lollipop in autumn leaves sticky fingers on the bus seat

The changing of the guards

I think my mum took me once it looked just like the postcard

For your all day

Here for a while and for all you can't say

Piccadilly dote on me

up till I trip up on Oxford Street

There's this awful feeling

it wasn't quite as bad back then

I'm privy to earl grey and channel 3

But I'm too young to grow old

Chin up don't be so sad

It's only London it can't be that bad

Chin up don't be so sad

It's only London it can't be that bad