My Westferry Sweetheart
It's 4am and I'm somewhere in London
I can't see the pavement for the trees
I'm aiming for somewhere in the middle
Of the gutters and the balconies
And if drink is the curse of the worker
Then work is the curse of the drunk
I think I'm going to fall by the wayside
But of you that I would never have thunk
I had a sweetheart who lived down on Westferry Road
On the banks of the Victorian Thames
She said "take me, I'm fine, I've just had a little wine"
And you know how the story ends
Well it's 6am and I'm'kin freezing
Nobody's coming out to play
It's just me and my random ambitions
And the very cold light of the day
All this brinkmanship and bravado
This diet of whisky and pills
How did we end up in Mudchute
When we were aiming for the Hollywood Hills?
I had a sweetheart who lived down on Westferry Road
On the banks of the Victorian Thames
She said "take me, I'm fine, I've just had a little wine"
And you know how the story ends
Oh my Westferry Sweetheart
Oh my Westferry Girl
Oh My Amelia Earhart
Let's take off around the world
I had a sweetheart who lived down on Westferry Road
On the banks of the Victorian Thames
She said "take me, I'm fine, I've just had a little wine"
And you know how the story ends
Oh my Westferry Sweetheart
Oh my Westferry Girl
Oh my Westferry Sweetheart
© Richard Quarterman 2017