The Real Tuesday Weld - The Life And Times Of The Clerkenwell Kid

Let me tell you the story
about the way I live.
My streets are steeped in secrets,
My memories in myths
If Clarkenwell’s the cradle,
I’m the kid

Day 1, I defined myself bohemian, by birth,
disposed with the doctor,
made out with the nurse,
Yeah, I was born a bastard,
And then I just got worse

I’m the kid
who lives
In the city
a kiss?

the chimneys and the gutters are the place that I call home,
the junkies whores and nutters call me their very own,
I big it up in Bloomsbury,
shoot up the city road,
get down in the sewers,
From Shoreditch to SoHo
And you won’t be concerned with the things they said I did
I ain’t got no regrets, and no one to forgive,
I ain’t talkin’ gangstas, or that east –coast-west-coast shit,
No one calls me homeboy, I’m the Clarkenwell Kid.

Well, I’ve done my share of cheatin’
and deceiving,
but I’ll tell you that we all know the way
so please believe me when I say
I’m the Clarkenwell kid

And you’re just sittin’ pretty, in the city, all alone,
come and join me,
make my world your own,
went down to forever,
out into the blue
waltz together, beneath the London moon