I Hate London - Lyrics - Paddy Goes To Holyhead

When I woke up early in the morning First I smelled your awful breath rightin the air Mr. Johnson bought a new umbrella Feeding old fat doves down Pickpocketdilly Square All along the pond they call a river With all that crowded traffic at your side Won′t you come along with me to Soho? There′s a crack goin′ on in the criminal bars tonight [chorus:] Uh - I hate London, Uh - I feel so sick Uh - See me running, Uh - I never come back Mr. Joyce disappeared for positive poems Mr. Wilde was dying down in France This is not a place for better weather This is not a stage for unemployed reggae-bands [chorus] There′s no need to stay a little bit longer There′s no reason there′s none to compare A buskers heart is dying by the dockside Goodbye Lady Rubbish I don′t care [chorus]