I like to walk in the summer breeze. Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees. And drink with my friends. In the Hammersmith Broadway. Dear dirty delightful old drunken old days. . Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly. The pubs and the bookies where you'd spend all your time. And the old men that were singing. When the roses bloom again. And turn like the leaves. To a new summertime. . Now the winter comes down. I can't stand the chill. That comes to the streets around Christmas time. And I'm buggered to damnation. And I haven't got a penny. To wander the dark streets of London. . Every time that I look on the first day of summer. Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT. And the drugged up psychos. With death in their eyes. And how all of this really. Means nothing to me. . Now the winter comes down. I can't stand the chill. That comes to the streets around Christmas time. And I'm buggered to damnation. And I haven't got a penny. To wander the dark streets of London. . Every time that I look on the first day of summer. Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT. And the drugged up psychos. With death in their eyes. And how all of this really. Means nothing to me. . Now the winter comes down. I can't stand the chill. That comes to the streets around Christmas time. And I'm buggered to damnation. And I haven't got a penny. To wander the dark streets of London. To wander the dark streets of London. To wander the dark streets of London.