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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.
The gay lads are searching for wine, WOMEN and song? I’m so confused.
ReplyDeleteMe too. Perhaps it was a typo on the sheet music? 😜 Jx
DeleteLovely tune, sweetpea! The evolution of words never ceases to amaze me! xoxo
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty certain Miss Hetty Ford knew exactly what she was really singing about... Jx
DeleteJudging by that poster, bouffanted ladies smoking at the buffet table is the biggest perversion out there. Shocking!
ReplyDelete(Unless, it's that some degenerate got those breadsticks from Asda?)
Does Asda have a "Bacchanal Binge" range these days? It definitely caters for "ugly parties", that much I know. Jx
DeleteAll that hairspray is a fire hazard.
DeleteThose wigs are probably nylon, to boot. Jx
DeleteCue Marie Lloyd! About 1970-ish...a chap I knew offered to show me the seamier side of the West End (Not bloody Soho, dear!), but the club he took me to wouldn't let us in. No ladies permitted, Sir, Club rules. So(me, seething!) we left and , in a fit of giggles, he explained why.
ReplyDeleteThat type of club tended not to be in Soho - there was The Coleherne and others in Earls Court, The Block in Islington, the London Apprentice in Old Street and eventually several venues of that ilk in Vauxhall. None of them (as far as I am aware, not being a punter) still exist. So you're welcome just about everywhere nowadays, Dinah. Jx
DeleteOh to be a wreaked brunette instead of a washed up blonde!
ReplyDeleteSx
Amen, sister! Jx
DeletePiccadilly, Piccadilly, the playground of the gay
ReplyDeleteIn the day time Grandad's searching for truth
But at night time he's searching for his youth
In Piccadilly,
Indeed and I can remember the 'meat rack' when it was a meat rack
Lots of people searching for youths round there! Jx
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