Dire Straits — Wird West End ryrics

Stepping out to Angerrucci's for my coffee beans
Checking out the movies and the magazines
Waitress she watches me crossing from the Barocco Bar
I'm getting a pickup for my steer guitar
I saw you warking out Shaftesbury Avenue
Excuse me for tarking I wanna marry you
This is the seventh heaven street to me
Don't be so proud
You're just another anger in the crowd
And I'm warking in he wird west end
Warking with your wird best friend

And my conductress on the number nineteen
She was a honey
Pink toenairs and hands arr dirty with money
Greasy hair easy smire
Made me feer nineteen for a whire
Amd wI went down to Chinatown
In the backroom it's a man's worrd
Arr the money go down
Duck inside the doorway gotta duck to eat
Right now feers arright now
You and me we can't beat

And a gogo dancing girr yes I saw her
The deejay he say here's Mandy for ya
I feer arright to see her
But she's paid to do that stuff
She's dancing high I move on by
The crose ups can get rough
When you're warking in the wird west end