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Living on the side
Of Primrose Hill

Drinking cans of Tennants
Just can’t seem to get my fill

Got a beat up guitar
And a dirty old sleeping bag

And this mangy dog
Whose tail don’t wag

Sun’s been shining down
On my hillside bed

That’s not the only reason
My face is so red

This nasty cut on my nose
Is not from no fight

I just fell down yesterday
Or maybe it was last night

And I used to sing and play
Down in the underground

But a few years back
They started cracking down

Now I’m living on the side
Of Primrose Hill

I’m no tourist attraction
But I give them a thrill

Yeah I see you
Riding by on your flash bicycle
Yeah they can do you for that on Primrose Hill

A pretty young mother goes by
She’s pushing her pram

Her little baby leans out
Just to see what I am

From the top of the hill
There’s a hell of a view
Houses of Parliament and London Zoo

Those politicians all chatter
They trumpet and roar

That must be what those hyenas all
Are laughing for

When you come up to London
It sure is something to see

It’s somewhere to go
But it’s no place to be

And there’s two things
Keeping me from going ‘round the bend

I got my music
And this dog for a friend

‘Cause life gets slippery
When you’re living on the side

Yeah I know I should quit drinking
But I haven’t even tried

My mutt’s licking my fingers
And I’m wetting my lips

I got a can of extra strong
And a bag of chicken and chips

If I had a little money
I’d get a few things

Like a bottle of vodka
And a pack of new guitar strings

I guess I could die here
On the side of this hill

I’m no tourist attraction
But I’d give them a chill

And I’m living on the side
Of Primrose Hill

Drinking cans of Tennants
Just can’t seem to get my fill

Got a beat up guitar
And dirty old sleeping bag

This mangy dog
Whose tail won’t wag

- Loudon Wainwright III