Can I feel useless and low?

Could I hide a chain of gold from your eyes?

Sandy thinks he knows the trade, the game, the plays, the ways I made.

Do you believe in the first way to lend a hand?

It's a second chance you never planned

Just a close encounter that comes to mind

A rummage sale you barely find

And it's sold, you better believe it's freezing cold.

When it's sold, you'd better believe it's freezing cold

Oh Whitehall, Whitehall women rejoice

Tell us we're the ones with the most

And hear the sounds of our voices.

We've been waiting for our host

Brixton bunnies come in

We can see the state you're in

Nothing like a smiling face

Oh what a waste you've been.

Clapham clowns stop your frowning

Let it go you're not alone

The river may keep you drowning

But south is only a home

South is only a home