Subj : One from Birmingham...
To   : All
From : Angus Mcleod
Date : Tue Jun 21 2005 11:28 pm

	Stepping out to Angellucci's
	for my coffee beans.
	Checking out the movies
	and the
	magazines.
	Waitress, she watches me
	crossing from the Barocco Bar.
	I'm getting a pickup
	for my steel guitar.
	I saw you
	walking out
	Shaftesbury Avenue.
	Excuse me talking, I wanna
	marry you.
	This is seventh heaven street to me.
	Don't be so proud.
	You're just another angel
	in the crowd.
	And I'm walking in the wild, west end.
	Walking in the wild, west end.
	Walking with your wild, best friend

	Now my conductress on the number nineteen,
	she was a honey.
	She was a honey.
	Pink toenails and hands all,
	dirty with money.
	Greasy, greasy, greasy hair,
	easy smile.
	Made me feel
	nineteen for a while.
	And I went down to,
	Cha, Cha, uh, uh, Chinatown.
	In the backroom it's man's world.
	All the money go down.
	Duck inside the doorway,
	duck to eat.
	Just ain't no way,
	you and me,
	we can beat,
	walking in the wild, west end.
	Walking in the wild, west end.
	Walking with your wild, best friend.

	Now eh,
	a gogo-dancing girl,
	yes, I saw her.
	The DJ, he says,
	"Here's Mandy for ya."
	I feel alright, saying now, 
	"Do that stuff."
	She's dancing high I move on by.
	The close ups can get rough.
	When you're walking in the wild, west end.
	Wakling, walking, walking in the wild, west end
	Walking, walking with ya'cha wild best friend

	Walking it, Walking it.


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