London TownPaul McCartney & WingsWalking down the sidewalk on a purple afternoonI was accosted by a barker playing a simple tuneUpon his flute - toot toot toot tootSilver rain was falling downUpon the dirty ground of London TownPeople pass me by on my imaginary streetOrdinary people it's impossible to meetHolding conversations that are always incompleteWell, I don't knowOh, where are there places to goSomeone somewhere has to knowI don't knowOut of work again the actor entertains his wifeWith the same old stories of his ordinary lifeMaybe he exaggerates the trouble and the strifeWell, I don't knowOh, where are there places to goSomeone somewhere has to knowCrawling down the pavement on a Sunday afternoonI was arrested by a rozzer wearing a pink balloon About his foot - toot toot toot tootSilver rain was falling downUpon the dirty ground of London TownSomeone somewhere has to knowSilver rain was falling downUpon the dirty ground of London Town
