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