The Playground of the Gay

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Hetty King - Piccadilly

You've sung about your Broadway
We've talked about New York
Have you forgot one little spot
They call it Piccadilly, a place of great renown
In the heart of London Town

Piccadilly, Piccadilly, the playground of the gay
Piccadilly, Piccadilly, where the traffic goes one way
In the day time, there's lots of life life
But at night time well, you're apt to lose your wife
In Piccadilly, Piccadilly, dear old London's broad highway.

The soldier up in Poona, the sailor on the sea
The pioneer and the engineer
The captain of the schooner and the finders of the air
Sing of youth and Leicester Square

Piccadilly, Piccadilly, the playground of the gay
Piccadilly, Piccadilly, where the traffic goes one way
In the day time Grandad's searching for truth
But at night time he's searching for his youth
In Piccadilly, Piccadilly, dear old London's broad highway.

There are gay lads, bad lads, see them rolling along
They are searching for wine women and song

In Piccadilly, Piccadilly,
In Piccadilly, Piccadilly, where the traffic goes one way
In the day time, they parade down the street
But at night-time uh they need someone else's feet
In Piccadilly, Piccadilly, dear old London's broad highway.

In the daytime, you meet lovely brunettes
But at night-time oh God save the King they're wrecks

Indeed.