Loudon Wainwright III – Primrose Hill (Guitar)

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Living on the side of Primrose Hill

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Drinking cans of Tennants just can't seem to get my fill

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Got a beat up guitar and a dirty old sleeping bag

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And this mangy dog whose tail don't wag

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Sun's been shining down on my hillside bed

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That's not the only reason my face is so red

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This nasty cut on my nose is not from no fight

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I just fell down yesterday or maybe it was last night

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I used to sing and play down in the underground

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But a few years back they started cracking down

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Now I'm living on the side of Primrose Hill

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I'm no tourist attraction but I give them a thrill

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Yeah I see you riding by on your flash bicycle

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Yeah they can do you for that on Primrose Hill

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A pretty young mother goes by she's pushing her pram

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Her little baby leans out just to see what I am

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From the top of the hill there's a hell of a view

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Houses of Parliament and London Zoo

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Those politicians all chatter they trumpet and roar

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That must be what those hyenas all are laughing for

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When you come up to London it sure is something to see

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It's somewhere to go but it's no place to be

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And there's two things keeping me from going 'round the bend

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I got my music and this dog for a friend

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'Cause life gets slippery when you're living on the side

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Yeah I know I should quit drinking but I haven't even tried

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My mutt's licking my fingers and I'm wetting my lips

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I got a can of extra strong and a bag of chicken and chips

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If I had a little money I'd get a few things

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Like a bottle of vodka and a pack of new guitar strings

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I guess I could die here on the side of this hill

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I'm no tourist attraction but I'd give them a chill

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And I'm living on the side Of Primrose Hill

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Drinking cans of Tennants Just can't seem to get my fill

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Got a beat up guitar And dirty old sleeping bag

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This mangy dog Whose tail won't wag