I'd walk across the M. 1.
I'd trek through the Amazon
I'd be a spanish matador, nowt would be too risky for me
I'd loop the loop in a Jumbo
I'd box with Frankie Bruno
I could do anything, dance in a lions den
But I'm never gonna walk up elmwood street again
There's a slag, there's a trollop up elmwood street
A man's not safe to walk up there alone
A dirty bag, there's a trollop up elmwood street
There's a tart, bag, slut, slag, trollop, up Elmwood Street
I'd fence with a sword that was blunt
I'd hitch a lift from James Hunt
I could do anything....
Say no more.