I'd walk across the m.1.
I'd trek through the Amazon
I'd be a Spanish matador, now would be too risky for me
I'd loop the loop in a jumbo
I'd box with Frankie Bruno
I could do anything, dance in a lions den
But I’m never gonna walk up Elmwood street again
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There's a slag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street
A man's not safe to walk up there alone
A dirty bag, there's a trollop up Elmwood street
There's a tart, bag, slut, slag, trollop, up Elmwood Street
I'd fence with a sword that was blunt
I'd hitch a lift from James hunt
I could do anything....
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[Guitar bit]....
[Chorus]
Say no more.