Paul Mccartney & Wings

Walking down the sidewalk
on a purple afternoon
I was accosted by a barker
playing a simple tune
Upon his flute - toot toot toot toot
Silver rain was falling down
Upon the dirty ground
of London Town
People pass me by
on my imaginary street
Ordinary people
it's impossible to meet
Holding conversations
that are always incomplete
Well, I don't know
Oh where are there
places to go
Someone somewhere
has to know
I don't know
Out of work again the actor
entertains his wife
With the same old stories
of his ordinary life
Maybe he exaggerates
the trouble and the strife
Well, I don't know
Oh, where are there
places to go
Someone somewhere
has to know
Crawling down the pavement
on a Sunday afternoon
I was arrested by a rozzer
wearing a pink balloon
About his foot - toot toot toot toot
Silver rain was falling down
Upon the dirty ground
of London Town
Someone somewhere
has to know
Silver rain was falling down
Upon the dirty ground
of London Town

Cafe on the left bank, ordinary wine
Touching all the girls with your eyes
Tiny crowd Of Frenchmen 'round a TV shop
Watching Charles De Gaulle make a speech

Dancing after midnight, sprawling to the car
Continental breakfast in the bar
English-speaking people drinking German beer
Talking far too loud for their ears

Cafe on the left bank, ordinary wine
Touching all the girls with your eyes

Dancing after midnight, crawling to the car
Cocktail waiters waiting in the bar
English-speaking people drinking German beer
Talking way too loud for their ears

(Cafe on the left bank)
(Cafe on the left bank)
(Cafe on the left bank)
(Cafe on the left bank)
(Cafe on the left bank)
(Cafe on the left bank)
(Cafe on the left bank)
(Cafe on the left bank)
(Cafe on the left bank)

By dawn's first light I'll come back to your room again
With my carnation hidden by the packages
I'm carrying something
I'm carrying something for you

Ah, long time no see, baby, sure has been a while
And if my reappearance lacks a sense of style
I'm carrying something
I'm carrying something for you

I'm carrying
I'm carrying, can't help it
I'm carrying
I'm carrying something for you

I'm carrying something
I'm carrying something for you

Hey, did you know that I'm
Always going back in time
Rhyming slang, Auld Lang Syne my dears
Through the years

I'm the backwards traveller
Ancient wool unraveller
Sailng songs, wailing on the moon

I'm the backwards traveller
Ancient wool unraveller
Sailng songs, wailing on the moon
Wailing on the moon

And we were sailng songs, wailing on the moon
We were wailing on the moon