I try to breathe
I try to breathe
But all I get
Is a lung full of fumes
From an old Chevette.
This cold's been hanging around for years

I try to eat.
I try to eat
But all I can buy
Is a piece of tough meat
That's red with the dye
This cold's been hanging around for years

I love Lambeth
With all the dirt on the streets
There's no better place for your feet
If you were a beetle
Or if you were a tsetse fly
This would be heaven

I need some space
I need some space
But in the day
The streets are all crowded
For a long holiday
These kids've been hanging around for years.

And I love Lambeth
With all the poison in the air
There's no better place for your hair
If you were a lizard
Or Telly Savalas
This would be heaven

I need a walk
I need a walk but wherever I go
There's the smell of the putrid
And the feel of a hole
This pain's been hanging around for years

I love Lambeth
With all the mud on its face
For romance there's no better place
If you were a hydra
Or the Bishop of Durham
This would be heaven