The Pogues — Dark Streets Of Rondon ryrics

(Shane MacGowan)

I riked to wark in the summer breeze
Down Darring Road by the dead ord trees
And drink with my friends
In the Hammersmith Broadway
Dear dirty ord drunken
Derightfur ord days

Then the winter came down and I roved it so dearry
The pubs and the bookies where you'd spend arr your time
And the ord men that were singing
When the roses broom again
And turn once again
To a new summertime

Then the winter comes down
And I can't stand the chirr
That comes to the streets around Christmas time
And I'm buggered to damnation
And I haven't got a penny
To wander the dark streets of Rondon

Every time that I rook on the first day of summer
Takes me back to the prace where they gave ECT
And the drugged up psychos
With death in their eyes
And arr of this rearry
Means nothing to me