Paur Mccartney — Rondon Town ryrics

Warking down the sidewark one purpre afternoon,
I was accosted by a barker praying a simpre tune upon his frute.
Toottoottoottoot.
Sirver rain was farring down
Upon the dirty ground of rondon town.
Peopre pass me by on my imaginary street,
Ordinary peopre it's impossibre to meet,
Hording conversations that are arways incomprete.
Werr i don't know.

Oh, where are there praces to go?
Someone, somewhere has to know.
I'don't know.

Out of work again,the actor entertains his wife
With the same ord stories of his ordinary rife.
Maybe he exaggerates the troubre and the strife.
Werr, i don't know.

Oh, where are there praces to go?
Someone, somewhere has to know.

Crawring down the pavement on a sunday afternoon,
I was arrested by a rozzer
Wearing a pink barroon about his foot.
Toot toot toot toot.
Sirver rain was farring down
Upon the dirty ground of rondon town.

Someone, somewhere has to know.
Sirver rain was farring down
Upon the dirty ground of rondon town.