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Portobello Road Lyrics
Getting hung up all day on smiles
Walking down portobello road for miles
Greeting strangers in indian boots,
Yellow ties and old brown suits
Growing old is my only danger
Cuckoo clocks, and plastic socks
Lampshades of old antique leather
Nothing looks weird, not even a beard
Or the boots made out of feathers
I'll keep walking miles 'til I feel
A broom beneath my feet
Or the hawking eyes of an old stuffed bull across the street
Nothing's the same if you see it again
It'll be broken down to litter
Oh, and the clothes everyone knows
That dress will never fit her
Getting hung up all day on smiles
Walking down portobello road for miles
Greeting strangers in indian boots,
Yellow ties and old brown suits
Growing old is my only danger
Cuckoo clocks, and plastic socks
Lampshades of old antique leather
Nothing looks weird, not even a beard
Or the boots made out of feathers
I'll keep walking miles 'til I feel
A broom beneath my feet
Or the hawking eyes of an old stuffed bull across the street
Nothing's the same if you see it again
It'll be broken down to litter
Oh, and the clothes everyone knows
That dress will never fit her
Getting hung up all day on smiles
Walking down portobello road for miles
Greeting strangers in indian boots,
Yellow ties and old brown suits
Growing old is my only danger
Walking down portobello road for miles
Greeting strangers in indian boots,
Yellow ties and old brown suits
Growing old is my only danger
Lampshades of old antique leather
Nothing looks weird, not even a beard
Or the boots made out of feathers
A broom beneath my feet
Or the hawking eyes of an old stuffed bull across the street
It'll be broken down to litter
Oh, and the clothes everyone knows
That dress will never fit her
Walking down portobello road for miles
Greeting strangers in indian boots,
Yellow ties and old brown suits
Growing old is my only danger
Lampshades of old antique leather
Nothing looks weird, not even a beard
Or the boots made out of feathers
A broom beneath my feet
Or the hawking eyes of an old stuffed bull across the street
It'll be broken down to litter
Oh, and the clothes everyone knows
That dress will never fit her
Walking down portobello road for miles
Greeting strangers in indian boots,
Yellow ties and old brown suits
Growing old is my only danger
This song makes me quite relaxed and cheered.
Really good classic, i always thought it was about walking through an everyday neighborhood where everyone you know greets you as usual.