Walking down the sidewalk
on a purple afternoon
I was accosted by a barker
playing a simple tune
Upon his flute - toot toot toot toot
Silver rain was falling down
Upon the dirty ground
of London Town
People pass me by
on my imaginary street
Ordinary people
it's impossible to meet
Holding conversations
that are always incomplete
Well, I don't know
Oh where are there
places to go
Someone somewhere
has to know
I don't know
Out of work again the actor
entertains his wife
With the same old stories
of his ordinary life
Maybe he exaggerates
the trouble and the strife
Well, I don't know
Oh, where are there
places to go
Someone somewhere
has to know
Crawling down the pavement
on a Sunday afternoon
I was arrested by a rozzer
wearing a pink balloon
About his foot - toot toot toot toot
Silver rain was falling down
Upon the dirty ground
of London Town
Someone somewhere
has to know
Silver rain was falling down
Upon the dirty ground
of London Town