The last Elvis in Madison square
Billboards sparkle off his liquorice hair
Last year's papers blow round his flairs
At his cassettes crescendo he kicks at the air
No one's clapping, so he whips round his crotch
Hearing only an echo saying, "thank you very much"
The last Elvis sleeps 'neath the stars
Scans the sky for father from his burnt out car
Sweet David Beckham the facsimile
Curls 'round his shoulder purring "at last we are free"
Goodbye to Peckham Rye and Hackney Downs
The bridges to my future are burning down
Goodbye to summers passed in Highland Park
The innocence of summer nights is dead at last
The last tradesman in the triangle of gold
Clings to his body with the nails of his soul
The extensions new but the money's old
The plasterers don't come, the smoko never ends and the house is never sold
Goodbye to Peckham Rye and Hackney Downs
The bridges to my future are burning down
Goodbye to summers passed in Highland Park
The innocence of summer nights is dead at last
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The last Elvis in Madison square
Billboards sparkle off his liquorice hair
Last year's papers blow round his flairs
At his cassettes crescendo he kicks at the air
No one's clapping, so he whips round his crotch
Hearing only an echo saying, "thank you very much"
The last Elvis sleeps 'neath the stars
Scans the sky for father from his burnt out car
Sweet David Beckham the facsimile
Curls 'round his shoulder purring "at last we are free"
Goodbye to Peckham Rye and Hackney Downs
The bridges to my future are burning down
Goodbye to summers passed in Highland Park
The innocence of summer nights is dead at last
The last tradesman in the triangle of gold
Clings to his body with the nails of his soul
The extensions new but the money's old
The plasterers don't come, the smoko never ends and the house is never sold
Goodbye to Peckham Rye and Hackney Downs
The bridges to my future are burning down
Goodbye to summers passed in Highland Park
The innocence of summer nights is dead at last
Billboards sparkle off his liquorice hair
Last year's papers blow round his flairs
At his cassettes crescendo he kicks at the air
No one's clapping, so he whips round his crotch
Hearing only an echo saying, "thank you very much"
The last Elvis sleeps 'neath the stars
Scans the sky for father from his burnt out car
Sweet David Beckham the facsimile
Curls 'round his shoulder purring "at last we are free"
Goodbye to Peckham Rye and Hackney Downs
The bridges to my future are burning down
Goodbye to summers passed in Highland Park
The innocence of summer nights is dead at last
The last tradesman in the triangle of gold
Clings to his body with the nails of his soul
The extensions new but the money's old
The plasterers don't come, the smoko never ends and the house is never sold
Goodbye to Peckham Rye and Hackney Downs
The bridges to my future are burning down
Goodbye to summers passed in Highland Park
The innocence of summer nights is dead at last
Writer: POND
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Copyright: Lyrics © THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC., Third Side Music Inc.