Down Below

Rolf Harris

When you're working in the dark,

Down below,

Underneath St James's Park,

Down below.

When you're working in the dark.

Oh, it isn't half a lark,

When you're working in the dark,

Down below.



It isn't hard to tell,

Down below.

If it's Bow or Clerkenwell,

Down below,

For Bow and Clerkenwell

Have a diff'rent kind of smell

And we know it very well,

Down below.



Over Covent Garden way,

Down below.

In the merry month of May,

Down below.

The fragrance of the flow'rs

Gives us many happy hours

And we sing a roundelay

Down below.



The objects that we find

Down below

Help to entertain the mind

Down below.

There are watches we can't wind

Wrapped up in bacon rind

And that isn't all you find

Down below.



When you're under Floral Street,

Down below,

With the water 'round your feet,

Down below.

'Mid the cabbages and beet

You may find a marguerite,

And the thought is very sweet,

Down below.



Hatton Garden is a spot

Down below.

Where we like to go a lot,

Down below.

Since a bloke in Leather Lane

Dropp'd a diamond down the drain

We've been waiting, but in vain,

Down below.



When to Billingsgate we come,

Down below.

When to Billingsgate we come,

Down below.

When to Billingsgate we come

Then things begin to hum

And we wish we'd never come

Down below.



There is something in a sewer

Down below.

That has a strange allure

Down below.

The magic of the drains

Is a thing you can't explain

But it's calling us again

Down below.