Karaoké Dark Streets of London The Pogues

I liked to walk in the summer breeze

Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees

And drink with my friends in the hammersmith Broadway

Dear dirty and delightful and drunken old days

Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly

The pubs and the bookies where you'd spend all your time

And the old men never singing when the roses bloom again

And turn once again to a new summertime

Then the winter comes down and I can't stand the chill

That comes to the streets around Christmas time

And I'm buggered to damnation and I haven't got a penny

To wander the dark streets of London

Every time that I look on the first day of summer

Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT

And the drugged up psychos with death in their eyes

And all of this really means nothing to me

Then the winter comes down and I can't stand the chill

That comes to the streets around Christmas time

And I'm buggered to damnation and I haven't got a penny

To wander the dark streets of London

Every time that I look on the first day of summer

Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT

And the drugged up psychos with death in their eyes

And all of this really means nothing to me

Now the winter comes down and I can't stand the chill

That comes to the streets around Christmas time

And I'm buggered to damnation and I haven't got a penny

To wander the dark streets of London

To wander the dark streets of London

To wander the dark streets of London