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| When I | first came to | London I was | only six | teen |
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| With a | fiver in my | pocket and my | ole dancing | bag |
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| I | went down to the | dilly to | check out the | scene |
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| And I | soon ended | up upon the | old main | drag |
| There the he-males and the she-males paraded in style |
| And the old man with the money would flash you a smile |
| In the dark of an alley you'd work for a fiver |
| For a swift one off the wrist down on the old main drag |
| In the cold winter nights the old town it was chill |
| But there were boys in the cafes who'd give you cheap pills |
| If you didn't have the money you'd cajole or you'd beg |
| There was always lots of tuinol on the old main drag |
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| One evening as I was lying down by Leicester Square |
| I was picked up by the coppers and kicked in the balls |
| Between the metal doors at Vine Street I was beaten and mauled |
| And they ruined my good looks for the old main drag |
| In the tube station the old ones who were on the way out |
| Would dribble and vomit and grovel and shout |
| And the coppers would come along and push them about |
| And I wished I could escape from the old main drag |
| And now I'm lying here I've had too much booze |
| I've been spat on and shat on and raped and abused |
| I know that I am dying and I wish I could beg |
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| For some | money to | take me from the | old main drag |