The Popes - Holloway Boulevard lyrics

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The Popes - Holloway Boulevard lyrics

Platinum rogues in stolen clothes teaching others how to pose All they're doing is wearin' out their brogues A Poor small guy from the west stripped down to his vest Doggie Dordon in his Sunday best The nightlife the music and the bars The hookers the dealers in their cars All lying in the gutter looking at the stars To night on Holloway Boulevard The Red Room the smell of Brut old boys in electric soup Black girls in high heeled boots From Upper Street to Archway Towers bondage to golden showers All you need to while away the hours The nightclubs the bookies and the bars The schemers the dreamers and the hards All lying in the gutter looking at the stars Tonight on Holloway Boulevard The winos and losers at the cards The buskers just beggars with guitars All lying in the gutter looking at the stars Tonight on Holloway Boulevard From the Norfolk Arms to the Brewery Tap from the Favourite to the Workman's Tap Everywhere you go you can hear the old one's laugh Tonight on Holloway Tonight on Holloway Tonight on Holloway Boulevard