Intro : | | | | Mornington Crescent I think of you Rain in the southeast Men feeling blue Men in their bowlers Kids with their spats Ladies with chauffeurs Dogs wearing hats and jackets Rich apartments Old punk posters Tartan garments Some of the exquisite array I love the camp as camp parade The possibilities suggest themselves to me... Mornington Crescent The sun in the east I've got a job on For a Senegalese Rich arbitrator In African law To paint his apartment Strip down the walls Came down between us lately Lust and want and need just caved in 'Is it wise ?' The answer's no It never is but since you ask We pause thoughtfully, for twenty seconds reprieve    Then it's off with the briefs     (Couplet instrumental) Mornington Crescent Sin is my game We'll all be lined up Irrelevant fame Next to the broker the nurse and the drunk I was a joker the wannabe punk that got lucky Had a good time Life became fruitless Egotistic swine to all your friends All the ladies and the men The possibilities suggest themselves to me       We're a little too free...